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The second year of Jingkang.

This year's Qinling Mountains are extremely cold. It has just entered the winter months, and the wind is going crazy and drilling into the cracks of human bones.

Heavy snow continued for three days, turning the entire land white.

In a very remote deserted kiln in Qingshigou Village.

"Boy, don't blame me!"

"How can we Han people be inferior to pigs and dogs in the eyes of those Jin Kingdom masters? It's winter, and we are even greedy for military rations!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be so hungry that I would treat you like a two-legged sheep!"

"When I clean you up and eat enough meat, I will burn you a few more dollars!"

Qin Yun was woken up by a basin of hot water.

He opened his eyes suddenly and realized that he was lying on a wooden table with his hands tied behind his back.

Not far away, a military man in ancient costume turned his back to him and was boiling a large pot of boiling water.

"Am I not leading the mercenary group to participate in the Battle of Xiongwu?"

Qin Yun frowned.

He clearly remembered that a shell hit his command post.

Why didn't you die?

The next moment, Qin Yun's pupils dilated, the Kingdom of Jin, the two-legged sheep, the military man...

A flood of memories suddenly flooded into my mind.

Song Dynasty, Jin Kingdom, war zone.

I... traveled through time!

Although the severe pain of soul fusion kept tearing Qin Yun's head.

But as a mercenary king, he.

Or choose to digest all memories without saying a word.

Soon, a flash of enlightenment flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.

It turned out that he actually traveled through time to a hunter at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains.

The original owner had the same name as him, also named Qin Yun.

As the Jin soldiers moved south, the northern part of the Qinling Mountains became an occupied area, and living materials were in short supply.

Yesterday, the original owner managed to catch a pheasant from the mountains, so he went to the town to exchange for some money and buy medicine for his seriously ill mother.

As a result, he was beaten to death with a sap on the way back.

"Hiss!"

Another ladle of hot water was poured directly on him.

Even though Qin Yun was the mercenary king, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Fuck! You're not dead yet?!"

Qin Yun's gasping sound alarmed the soldiers in front of the pot.

"That's good, it will save you from being a confused person after you die!"

The military man stood up and came to Qin Yun, smiling with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

At this time, by the light of the fire.

Qin Yun quickly scanned the other party.

Except for a half-broken scimitar with a gap.

This military man didn't even have any armor, and he was still wearing a dirty left-fold Hu uniform in winter.

At first glance, it doesn’t look like a serious Jin Bing.

Instead, the Han people signed the army and voted for the Jin people.

When there is a war, the Jin people will forcibly recruit Han men to serve as soldiers, which is called signing the army.

Often, this kind of existence, which is comparable to the two devils in later generations, is more ruthless than the real gold man.

"Boy, are you afraid of me?"

Seeing Qin Yun wake up, Jun Han seemed to have someone to relieve his boredom and asked.

"It's not like I've never seen cannibals before, so there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Qin Yun sneered.

In the memory of the original owner, with the frequent battles between the Song and Jin Dynasties, the price of food in the war zone soared.

In the troubled times with tens of thousands of dollars.

On the contrary, human flesh has become the best food source.

The price is even cheaper than pork and dog meat.

Therefore, it has long been common for thieves, officers and soldiers, and even residents to eat each other and exchange children for food!

"Hey! You have some backbone!"

"My name is Sun Laoliu!"

Hearing this, the military man grinned and said, "You may not know that I like you the most!"

"In a moment, I'm going to peel off your meat and eat it piece by piece!"

"But don't hate me. In this world, if I don't eat others, others will eat me!"

"By the way, I didn't get enough brothers this month. Master Qianhu got angry. After I eat your meat, I have to borrow your heads to make up the number and go back to the team to get a corps leader!"

After saying that, the soldier raised the half-cut scimitar in his hand and continued to boil water.

Looking at the back in front of the fire.

A trace of resentment flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.

Not only did he treat him like a two-legged sheep, but he also wanted to kill good people and take credit for military merit.

What kind of world is this.

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