The Nameless of the Common Clans

When he returned to the Taiping Sect camp, Chen Mo suddenly felt a little confused. Although he had taken everyone with him in the past, he would also develop some attachment. At least he knew where to go every day? Who should he be with? But today, after successfully sending his mother and the others into the city, Chen Mo suddenly discovered that he didn't know where to go in this camp of tens of thousands of people?

The villagers of the past, after these days of separation and reunification, don't even know if there are still among this group of people. The only thing that can be confirmed is that only Uncle Yang and Uncle Li are still here. Just looking for them... Chen Mo felt Now is not the time.

The next step is to help defeat the enemy. However, in Chen Mo's opinion, most of these tens of thousands of people are innocent people who can't help themselves. They should not attack them, and even if they are tens of thousands of people, each of them If you stand and let him kill, he won't be able to finish the killing, and he may not really be that cruel.

To put it bluntly, the most important thing to solve the siege of Quyang is the warriors of the Taiping Sect. These talents are the key.

In the dark, Chen Mo groped his way back to the camp, found a crowded place and squeezed in. No matter what, at least he couldn't do anything now.

There was no words all night, and the sky had just turned white the next day. The noise around him made Chen Mo wake up. He stared at the surroundings with a pair of eyes. Although he was in the crowd, it was a group of hungry and crazy people. They were too sleepy and were dragged away. It wasn't unusual to eat, especially now that he was alone.

"Little boy, where are you from? Have you never seen me before?" The man sleeping next to Chen Mo frowned and looked at him.

"Xia Qiu, I have been here since we withdrew our troops yesterday." Chen Mo held a wooden arrow in one hand and looked at the other party warily.

"Hey, if I want to do anything to you, what's the use of this wood?" The man glanced at Chen Mo, shook his head and laughed, and ignored him.

When Chen Mo heard this, he did not relax his vigilance, but silently stepped aside. Then he looked around to see if there was any place where food was distributed. Last night, he was worried that his mother would suffer, so he gave his mother his money bag and food. Convenient and easy to be spotted, now that he is the only one left, he has to be careful about everything.

"Don't look at it. Didn't you listen to what those people said yesterday? From now on, we will give you a piece of cake every day, and we will give it to you after the battle." The man stretched, took out a piece of bread from his arms and bit it hard. After taking a sip, he looked at the Taiping Religion generals appearing one after another in the distance and cursed unluckily: "These days are getting more and more difficult."

Looking at the noodle cake in the man's hand, Chen Mo swallowed his saliva. Not only him, but everyone around him was looking at the noodle cake in the man's hand eagerly, but no one dared to step forward.

The man ignored them and finished the pancake in his hand in a few mouthfuls. He took the water bag handed to him and took a deep breath. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Chen Mo, and grinned: "Look at you. The child is quite clever, so just stay here. Everyone here will listen to me. As long as you don't die on the battlefield, even those from the Taiping Sect won't dare to push you too hard after you come back."

Chen Mo hesitated, nodded, and stepped aside. This kind of thing is actually not uncommon. In this team of tens of thousands, many fellow villagers will gather together to avoid being bullied by outsiders. Those who were killed for resisting before were like this team, Chen Mo actually wanted to join a similar team before, but they were orphans and widowers, and no one liked them. Some of them just wanted to drag his mother away, or they wanted to make a fool of themselves. Because of this, Chen Mo still had Two more lives.

Now that his mother is safe, Chen Mo still has to stay here. The best way is to join such a team and have someone to rely on. At least he doesn't have to worry about it all the time.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang~"

The piercing sound of gongs tore apart the tranquility of the morning. The leading man stood up and cursed, looking at the Taiping generals who were summoning men and horses in the distance. He took out a yellow scarf from his arms and wrapped it around his head.

This meant that he was about to go to war. Chen Mo also took out a yellow scarf from his arms and tied it on his head. He turned around and looked around. Most of them were young and strong, but most of them had yellow faces and thin muscles. Few of them were as red-faced as men.

"Remember, if you come back alive from the food you get every day, I will get 10% of the food you get!" The man glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded. He knew this rule. After all, these people are not kind and will not protect you in vain.

"If the city is broken, don't worry about anything else. Just grab the food. With the food, we can gather more people. My name is Zhang Kai. From now on, just like them, just call me leader." The man brought it from the side. A big gun, he turned to look at the short bow on Chen Mo's shoulder and said: "It's good to be able to shoot arrows, but your bow can't shoot very far. I'll help you find a good bow in a few days!"

Compared with most people holding sticks and farm tools, Chen Mo carried a short bow, which was one of the reasons why Zhang Kai kept Chen Mo. After all, most people with Orion origins were recruited by the Taiping Cult. He If he wanted to build his own troops, the more people who could use weapons like this, the better. Under the current conditions, he was not qualified to choose.

"Thank you." Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then bowed and thanked him.

"You still know some etiquette, hey~" Zhang Kai gave Chen Mo a funny look. After all, among such a crowd of people who don't know a lot of Chinese characters, the chance of meeting such a young man with some sense of culture is not high.

The Taiping generals over there were already urging, and a group of hungry people had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense and began to gather.

Chen Mo clearly felt that the atmosphere today seemed different from yesterday. Each of the refugees with red eyes seemed to have a hostility in them. It was only seen by people who were hungry and crazy. Chen Mo had seen it more than once, and he suddenly felt a little angry. I understand what the people of the Taiping Sect are planning to do. They are going to use food shortages to force these people to work hard!

For a moment, after figuring out these key points, Chen Mo suddenly panicked. He had just sent his mother into the city last night. What would his mother do if Quyang City was destroyed?

He wanted to change something, but he couldn't change anything. He alone couldn't stop tens of thousands of starving people, and he couldn't change the decision of the Taiping Religion.

As the siege gong sounded, the most brutal siege began since Chen Mo was forced to join the Taiping Religion.

Simple wooden ladders were put up on the city wall, and were quickly pushed down by the people on the wall. Those who were lying on the ladders danced and fell down like grasshoppers strung together, and some of them fell directly into the crowd. There was a scene, but the people behind were still rushing up crazily. Chen Mo even saw someone dragging the recently dead body back.

The entire battlefield... is crazy!