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"Who stepped on me?"
Zhou Qi cursed and sat up suddenly.
It felt like something was burrowing inside my head, and it hurt terribly.
He subconsciously reached out to touch the back of his head and touched a sticky bloody scab on his hand.
"What are you shouting for? Get up and line up if you're still alive! I'm going to send my mother-in-law today. I'm late and even the old woman can't get it!"
A rough voice rang in his ears.
Zhou Qi shook his head and his eyes finally focused.
In front of you is an open-air dirt field surrounded by fences.
The man No. 100 in tattered uniform was pushing forward like a male dog in heat.
Memories came flooding back at this time.
The Ning Dynasty, Liangbei Road, broke the camp.
He traveled through time himself.
Zhou Qi is the commander of the Long Kingdom's old A special forces. He woke up from his sleep and is now a border soldier named Zhou Qi.
The owner of this body had his head cracked in a small-scale encounter yesterday, passed out, and was left to fend for himself in the wounded barracks.
"Father-in-law?"
Zhou Qi squinted and looked towards the front of the crowd.
There were two rows of women standing there.
They say they are women, but in fact they are more like a group of animals waiting to be slaughtered.
Most of them were in ragged clothes, with shackles on their hands and feet, and some had tattoos on their faces.
This is "camp wife".
According to the laws of the Ning Dynasty, the frontier army was suffering from bitter cold. In order to prevent mutiny, the imperial court would send the family members of prisoners and exiled female prisoners into the military camps and ration them to the soldiers.
This is grace and this is hell for these women.
"Let's go for that one! That one looks quite honest!" The two men discussed.
The soldiers in the border army received meager food and wages. Some soldiers who were close to each other teamed up to raise a mother-in-law. They didn't know whose child they gave birth to, so they raised it together.
In this troubled world, no one can predict which day a soldier will die on the battlefield. If two people marry one, the chance of a woman and child being taken care of in the future is actually much greater.
"I want this! This butt is big!"
"Get out of here, that one belongs to me! This body is tough at first sight. You can finish it in just a moment. You don't need to choose someone so strong!"
"Yes, that guy of yours is very sophisticated, but his physique doesn't match this girl's!"
"Don't grab it! If you grab it again, I'll use the knife! We want this in the barracks."
The soldiers in front had already taken action, and there was a loud sound of pushing and cursing.
In the eyes of these Qiu Ba, who keep their heads in their belts all day long, the beauty standards are very uniform. They must be strong, fat, able to work, and preferably have a big butt so that they can have sons.
As for whether your face is pretty?
That's false.
It's all the same when the lamp is blown, but the real deal is whether it can help you wash that basin of bloody clothes that is as heavy as a stone, and whether it can help you warm your bed that is like an ice hole in the winter.
Zhou Qi was in no hurry to squeeze in.
He leaned against a rotten wooden stake behind him, folded his arms, and watched the farce with cold eyes.
The pain in his head subsided a little, and he began to evaluate the current situation.
The tenth team in the broken camp, the worst team.
They lacked food and clothing, their equipment was all in tatters, and they lived in a leaky earth house.
If you want to survive in this hellish place and live like a human being, you can't rely on brute force alone.
It depends on your brain.
"Zhou Qi? Did you fake the corpse?"
A veteran with yellow teeth came up next to him, holding half a nest in his hand and looking at him in surprise, "I saw you were almost out of breath yesterday, and I was planning to divide your bedroll tonight."
Zhou Qi glanced at him.
This is the old scoundrel who lives in the same room, named Wu Laosan.
"My life is tough. The Lord of Hell thinks I have eaten too much, so he won't accept it." Zhou Qi replied casually, his eyes still scanning those women.
"Since you are alive, hurry up and grab them. Those who survived yesterday's battlefield can be given priority." Wu Laosan stuffed the last bit of cornbread into his mouth and said vaguely, "Look at the strong ones in front, all of them were picked away by the grandsons of the first team and the second team. The rest are all crooked melons and cracked jujubes."
Those women in the front row who looked healthy and had a slightly rosy face had long been snatched away by a few strong captains and veterans.
The rest are either old or so thin that they have only a handful of bones left, and a few have disabilities.
Zhou Qi was about to glance towards the corner when a sharp cry suddenly broke out from the crowd.
"Let me go! Don't touch my lady! Get away!"
Zhou Qi looked along the sound.
I saw two women entangled in the corner.In other words, it was a skinny girl standing in front of an unkempt woman.
The girl looked young, and even though she was wearing a prison uniform, her protector was very fierce, and she bit down on a thick hand that was stretched out.
"Ouch! He's a dog!"
The bitten man screamed and then became furious.
That man had a sinister face. He was none other than Zhao Dazui, the commander of Team 11 next door. He was famous for his evil intentions and ruthless hands.
"Crack!"
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