The Prodigal Son of the Empire

The stragglers became deserters, and they were severely punished, and they basically couldn't survive.

They gathered with the refugees to form refugee camps, and today, there are a few special people who have come to such a place

ps:Chapter 3.

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The special thing is their clothes.

Like the hidden robes worn by hermits, there is a hat connected with the clothes, which is very loose, and can cover the figure so that the figure cannot be seen.

It's just that this kind of clothes is white, and for some reason, this kind of white can give people a holy taste.

They were the uninvited guests of the ghetto.

The clean white dress was in stark contrast to the mess here.

Both sides of the dirt road are full of people, they are men and women, old and young, but they all have the same characteristic, that is thinness!

Skinny.

Someone was limping, half lying down.

Some people leaned on each other, but they didn't notice that each other had already died.

There are also dead, but uncollected corpses, giving off a stench of decay.

They are staring blankly.

Not a ray of light, not a gleam of spirit.

I can only wait here to die!

This is the result of long wars, no homes, no fields, nothing

It's hard to imagine that such a place will exist.

The tribulations drained their spirits, and even if these unexpected guests arrived, they didn't raise their eyes.

What can they do?

Can you give them something to eat?

That's what they need most, nothing else matters

"Mom, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry."

A little girl crawled in the arms of a woman, whispering softly.

Her hair is like dry grass.

Thin and pale.

"Mother is hungry too!"

The woman hugged the little girl tightly, and said sadly: "Sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep, and you won't know what happened when you fall asleep."

She patted and whispered.

Falling asleep has another meaning, which is death!

In such cases, it is not uncommon to fall asleep.

But it was also a relief.

Even dying is better than living hard.

"What is it?"

"smell good!"

At this time, the little girl said something like hysteria.

"The kid is hallucinating."

thought the girl's mother.

However, at this time, she saw a hand, which was quite white, like exquisite jade, and like cream.

In his hand is a piece of rice cake wrapped in oiled paper.

The girl's mother swallowed unconsciously, and she raised her head with difficulty, seeing a beautiful face in front of her.

She didn't apply any rouge and gouache, just pure makeup, as if any makeup can be destroyed, and she has a kind of holy knot temperament, which makes people unconsciously convinced

"Give it to the child."

The woman spoke softly.

The girl's mother took it in a daze and put it in the little girl's mouth.

"Eat quickly, you don't need to fall asleep after eating."

The little girl regained her spirits, climbed up from her mother's arms, picked up the rice cake and ate it voraciously

"thanks, thanks."

The girl's mother couldn't stop thanking the girl.

"Let's eat, there will be more after eating."

The woman spoke softly.

At the same time, the people in white robes who followed her also gave food to other refugees from time to time, and treated those scattered soldiers who had fled here after being wounded on the battlefield.

The refugee slum seemed to be alive because of the arrival of these few people.

At night.

Even arranged a porridge.

Steaming porridge is what they want most at the moment.

Now someone gave them.

A group of people gathered around the bonfire and drank porridge. This scene was rare and harmonious.

Someone also asked what everyone wanted to know.