"I want buns, give me two!"

"Give Me Five ......"

The refugees who poured in rushed in together, desperately scrambling, they were refugees, they all had some belongings, and the money for a few buns could at least be taken out, unlike on the way here, where there was no place to buy money.

The buns are decreasing rapidly, the shopkeeper is smiling, and now he is still open for business, and he is also desperate, but a bun can be sold for twice the usual price, and he feels that it is worth his hard work.

Lu Yuan and the others groped for their bodies, but except for a bayonet that they snatched from the dead Sichuan army, there was nothing, not a penny!

They had been forced to swim across the river, throwing away everything that could add weight to themselves, and now they had nothing but clothes and hungry cooing bellies and scars.

"Brother Yuan, I'm so hungry ......"

The cow pimple was crying, even if he was desperately fighting with the devil on the battlefield, he didn't cry, watching the people around him eat steaming steamed buns, he felt like he was going to die.

Yang Zongman Wang Ma Pole was desperately swallowing saliva, the big dog bear was dying, there was only the steaming bun in his eyes, there was nothing, it seemed that this bun was the last wish in their life now.

"Boss, this bayonet will exchange a few buns with you!" Lu Yuan pushed away the crowd.

"What do I need a bayonet for? You have to eat buns, take the money! The shopkeeper said as he guarded the steamer.

"We are desperately killing devils in Nanjing City, and we have worked hard to get here alive, the brothers are going crazy with hunger, you should be pitiful and give alms, can't you give a few buns?" Lu Yuan was a little angry.

"You are a rout army who retreated from Nanjing?"

When the shopkeeper heard Lu Yuan's words, not only did he not give the buns, but angrily scolded: "You he. Mother. still has the face to ask Lao Tzu for buns? So many people in Nanjing City have been killed by you. Mother. The people survived, and the people saved money to give you food and clothing, hoping that you would fight devils, but you were him. Mother. only cares about his own life, and has the face to ask Lao Tzu for buns? Don't say you don't have money, I won't sell it to you if I have money, Lao Tzu's buns are just fed to dogs, and I won't give them to you......"

"That's right, there are hundreds of miles of floating corpses in the Yangtze River, and so many people have died, why don't you die!"

"You bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, you must not die well......"

Before the shopkeeper finished scolding, the surrounding people were also instantly angry, scolding, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, eager to eat Lu Yuan and the others raw!

"We didn't run away, we fought desperately with the little devils!"

"Yes, we didn't run away, we didn't ......"

The king of the cow pimple howled, crying and defending himself, and the big bears jumped angrily, roaring, and their eyes were full of tears, they were not afraid of death, but such grievances made them heartbroken.

But no one listened to them, the common people were frantically shouting and scolding, the death of countless people in Nanjing, the sins suffered along the way, all of them were crazy to vent on them, if it wasn't for Lu Yuan holding a bayonet in his hand, maybe the angry crowd would have rushed up and frooked them alive.

Lu Yuan was trembling all over, he was crazy with hunger, and even more angry.

It's not that these ordinary people who don't know the truth, it's that they hate all the soldiers of this era, the country has become what it is now, and all those who serve as soldiers deserve to die, and it's a shame to survive and live here.

But he didn't want to die, no one wanted to die, and he didn't want to defend himself like Cow Pimple and others, because it was useless to justify.

He's going to eat buns because he's hungry!

Give to eat, if you don't give, grab it!

"Get out of here!" Lu Yuan shouted.

"Kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's buns won't be eaten by you bastards!" The shopkeeper was yelling.

Lu Yuan smashed the shopkeeper over with a punch, grabbed the bun and desperately stuffed it into his mouth, while beckoning Yang Zongman and the others, now, eating a full stomach is the most important thing, what grievances, what sadness, he can't care so much, survival is the most important.

The cow pimples are howling and crying, even Yang Zongman is crying, they are hungry and crazy, they want to eat steamed buns, but they don't want to eat such buns, because they are disgusting, because they are aggrieved, because they don't deserve to be treated like this at all!

In the face of devils, they are really fighting for their lives, and they have a clear conscience.

"Eat, eat and live, only then can you have a chance to take revenge and kill the devil!"

Lu Yuan roared wildly, desperately stuffing the hot buns into his mouth, stuffing them into the hands of Niu Pimple and others, even if there were blisters in his mouth, he didn't care.

So much hatred and humiliation can only be washed away by living.

"Eat, eat!"

Yang Zongman, the cow pimple, and the big dog bear king hemp rod also started to eat, squatting on the ground and desperately stuffing it into his mouth, howling, and bursting into tears.

"The damn rout is grabbing things again, fight, hit me!"

The shopkeeper crawled up with a bloody face and roared, and the people around him roared and wanted to rush up, but they saw Lu Yuan's bloodthirsty eyes and saw the cold and shining bayonets, and they didn't dare to rush up, but in the next second, countless broken bricks and tiles, mud and rotten vegetable leaves, smashed over like a torrential rain.

Several people squatted on the ground in a group, letting the overwhelming debris fall on their bodies and smash on their heads, they stopped crying, laughed wildly, and desperately stuffed buns into their mouths, only this time, the fragrant buns entered their mouths, and the taste was the same as chewing wax.

After all, they are dignified soldiers who can endure any humiliation in order to survive, but now they find themselves also losing too many things, such as dignity.

On the other side, the regimental staff officer was patrolling the streets with the soldiers of the brigade.

"You, stop!"

The soldiers screamed for a short-haired woman to stop, and then saw a pimple face, hurriedly waved his hand to get the other party out, and turned back and shook his head in disappointment at the regimental staff.

"Keep looking, don't let anyone with short hair go - and, ah, it's beautiful!" The regimental staff officer suppressed his disappointed expression and said.

There was a sudden chaos ahead, and there was a lot of shouting and shouting. ，

"Go over and see what's going on?"

The regimental staff officer snorted, although he and Lu Fang wanted to escape from here all the time, but now that they were still the masters of Lu'an after all, they would never want their defense area to be chaotic, otherwise they would be stabbed by someone with a report, and they would not be punished.

This impression is bad in front of Shangfeng, and when he works hard with the little devil, he will be used as cannon fodder.

"A few defeated soldiers grabbed food, and now they are being beaten by the people!"

The guard came back gloating and said, Nanjing is like this, every soldier is ashamed, they feel that if they were in Nanjing, they will not fight so badly.

"A bunch of waste, like dogs in front of little devils, is very capable of bullying ordinary people - go over and arrest me, and kill our faces as soldiers!"

The regimental staff officer roared, and a large number of guards rushed over with a roar.