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Lu Zhe found that the Qin army had a topic worth studying, that is, the officers rarely spoke, and it was even more difficult for the soldiers wearing simple linen clothes with only the weapon of Changge to speak. From officers to soldiers, they know what to do under what circumstances, and the whole organ of violence is like a sophisticated machine!

What to do with the brawlers was a matter for the more senior officers to decide, and Lu Zhe's team didn't get orders and just surrounded the guard. He observed very carefully, and the physique of those people did not look so thin, and some prisoners of war were even very strong.

"These people ......" Lu Zhe didn't pay attention to the food of the prisoners of war, and after a simple observation, he felt that he seemed to be doing well, and he even had the strength to fight. He sighed very purely: "I don't know if there are any 'celebrities' among these people."

Most of the people who were squatting on the ground did not have any unyielding or rebellious emotions towards the Qin army on their faces, and there was basically no deliberate hatred in the eyes of the Qin soldiers. Those who have experienced too many people are more numb, like tens of thousands of people being completely abused by a thousand Qin troops is a matter of course.

Lu Zhe was distracted, his eyes stopped on a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old next to him, until he came back to his senses and saw the young man smirking, and he asked in a ghostly manner, "What's your name?" ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, smirked and froze on his face, shrunk his squatting body, and replied for a while: "...... Pony"

"Foal?" Lu Zhe was not stupid enough to ask what his surname was, "How did you fight?" ”

"What's wrong with this Qin thief?" The young man muttered secretly, and he was stunned and said, "Ah Weng (father) said that he is as strong as a strong horse. I thought about it very seriously, "How do you fight?" I don't know how to ......."

Isn't it, the name is very particular in this era, Lu Zhe seems to remember that this is a good word, he feels that the young man's father has great expectations for this word, after all, 'Qianli Ju' or something is good in any era. In the 'sentence' character family, sentences and words are both phonetic and semantic. The Chinese characters of the sentence family are all related to the meaning of the shape bending.

"Are you from Chu?"

"Yes ......"

Lu Zhe wanted to continue chatting, but before the syllables could be spit out, a commander came over.

"The Lord has a command!" The commander is actually a herald, "pick out the head of the man to show the public!" ”

The other teams were already picking people, but Lu Zhe, who had received the order, was chilling, not afraid, he was just very unaccustomed to this era of not taking human life seriously.

Pick someone? How to pick people! He looked back and forth a few times, and the worried look on the prisoner's face and trembling body showed that it was not an irrational animal, but a person with a mind and a will to survive.

The number of people picked out by each team is different, ranging from dozens to two or three, and the ruthless pick is hundreds!

"Zhe!" The person who came looked like he was two meters tall, and his voice was majestic: "Don't miss the 'Lord' order." ”

This person Lu Zhe has seen a few times, and he is a tun chief under the same hundred generals, "Flails, Zhezhi Dao." ”

The flail is actually a kind of criminal detention, and there is no derogatory meaning to take it as a name in this era, which means that his family is a criminal officer (a type of arrester).

Lu Zhe has clearly observed that many of the commanders are unconsciously picking people, and a few are picking out the more seriously injured or unruly prisoners of war, and he has made a decision: "Pick out those who are seriously injured and cannot be treated." ”

The corporal clenched his fists and bowed down to do so.

The prisoners of war around him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it, and the young man also smiled honestly at Lu Zhe.

Lu Zhe was just about to turn around and leave, when the phrase "white-faced Qin thief" drilled into his ears, which made him stop and stare at the person who spoke. White face is not a good word to describe people in any era, at this time, it is to express the meaning of timidity, and the meaning of the whole sentence is "this guts thief of the Qin State".

The man didn't look fierce, and his expression was not unruly, as if he was telling a truth. Seeing Lu Zhe staring, he raised his neck and grinned to show his yellow teeth.

This is a provocation, this is death! Lu Zhe went straight to take the sheath and photographed it, but the man didn't dare to block and was directly slapped to the ground.

A soldier came and dragged it up without saying a word, but he took Changge and beat him with a pole, "(Tun) Lord, take it?" ”

What can be said? It's not okay not to kill.

I don't know what kind of psychology Lu Dao is, Lu Zhe doesn't want to do it now, he walks back and forth among the prisoners of war, as long as he dares to raise his head and look at each other, the heavy ones will make people take the light ones, and they will also add fists and kicks.

Originally, only seven people were singled out, but it became fifty-six people in such a fuss.

In this way, Lu Zhe has nothing to do, and the strong man who has nothing to do to find trouble must be hated to death by the prisoners of war. In fact, judging from here, he can be regarded as a ruthless master?

There is no begging for mercy, not how brave they are, but these people know that it is useless. They were numbly escorted to an open field, and under the order of the prison officer, 56 heads fell to the ground.

That's what it was supposed to be, but it doesn't seem to be over yet?

As if dissatisfied, the general inspected all the cantonments. Seeing that there were fewer people killed by the tun chief, there was a few shouts, and what dared to speak was a few slaps, and the named tun chief was either ashamed or weak-hearted, so he had to go in again and pick someone out to behead him.

Although his thoughts were a little muddy, Lu Zhe hurriedly bowed when he saw the Lord coming, and his expression was respectful: "Lord! ”

The general seemed to be satisfied with the fact that there were many people, and he did not say words of praise but nodded and smiled slightly, and soon went to reprimand the other chiefs.

What kind of age should this be? Hundreds of human beings were killed by a big foot trampled on by a big foot? Ants are trampled on and left behind, how can people survive when they are cut off by a sharp sword.

This is a cruel era, he is in the Qin army, those people are looking for their own death, Lu Zhe said to himself.

I don't know how Lu Dao returned to the barracks, maybe the air was impassable or something when he just entered the tent, Lu Zhe lay on the carpet with a blue face. He had some nausea, strange but didn't vomit.

In this era when human life is not as good as dogs, he is very doubtful that he can live long, if he hadn't been forced to hold on just now, he would have seen so many people with their heads cut off for the first time, and his legs would have fallen to the ground with weak legs.

"Hundreds of people ......, Zhen Nyima is terrifying!"

The tent curtain was opened, and the strong light illuminated Lu Zhe's eyes instantly, and he suddenly saw something thrown by the flail, and subconsciously caught it.

"Mash!" Flails smiled heartily, "It will be better if you drink it." ”

Lu Zhe didn't understand what mash bran was, there was a sound of water under the shaking of the sheepskin bag, he opened the plug and sniffed it, only smelling a bad smell.

"Don't drink?"

"Drink!"

No matter what it was, Lu Zhe came to his lips and took a small sip first, thinking it was not bad, so he drank it.

The flail should have a surname, but it's not a deep friend who will say the name and surname when he meets people, he looked at his wine with some pain and was about to bottom out, "Hey, hey, stay some!" "Hurry over the sheepskin bag, "The orderly officer (logistics officer) has a lot of them, and he wants to buy them himself." ”

Lu Zhe licked his lips: "There is no gold." ”

Don't say that there is no money, the word "money" is not widely used in this era; And the so-called "gold" is actually a kind of copper knife coin or ding coin, shovel coin, ring coin, this Daqin does not have a "Brother Kong Fang", the square hole round coin is a currency that was used by the destroyed Yan State, at present, Daqin has not unified the law, measurement, writing, currency, so the currency used is still very miscellaneous and mainly knife coins.

The flail smiled indifferently: "And wait, next spring and autumn (next year) will be promoted to Shangjun, and find more opportunities to make meritorious contributions......"

What was said later, Lu Zhe didn't pay attention to it, he finally knew the geographical location of the Dao when he heard the word Shangjun, and he began to be stunned for a while......