After the whole sect traveled to ancient times, I led the rebellion

"Why are you gathering us here?"

A fifteen-year-old boy looked at the migrant soldiers who were driving them away with questioning.

"Just listen to the king's orders."

Young Ji Jing was driven all the way to the city gate.

The militia soldiers who drove them were all carrying knives, and anyone who disobeyed would be beheaded in public.

Ji Jing was scared but didn't dare to say anything.

Ji Jing's eyes widened until he was brought to an open space at the city gate.

There are too many people standing here.

Crowded with people.

At a glance, Ji Jing saw that they were all children who looked almost the same as himself.

He had just been driven here when another group of teenagers were brought here.

When someone saw Ji Jing coming, he pulled out a piece of clothing and handed it to him:

"Here, this is the armor they mentioned. Put it on. I think we may have to go to the battlefield, so we should protect ourselves as much as possible."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"I said I doubted we were going to war."

The boy who was talking to Ji Jing was holding a dogtail grass in his mouth.

His face was covered with dust, making it difficult to see his features, but his exposed wrists were very delicate, making him look like the kind of noble young man that only wealthy families could afford to support.

Ji Jing thought that the sons of noble families would not fall into such a situation, so he gave up the speculation.

An Yin was distributing the armor brought by the refugee army among the crowd.

In fact, the so-called armor has little to do with armor.

This piece of clothing is so tattered that it can't even be considered an ordinary piece of clothing, let alone the armor they are talking about.

However, seeing that there were a few hard spots on the clothes, even though it was covered with a lot of mud and didn't look very clean, Ji Jing still wore it.

He wanted to ask the young man why he said that, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared.

An Yin's speed is very fast, but to ordinary people, there is nothing unusual about it.

She distributed all the clothes and armor thrown down by the refugee soldiers, and looking at these young children, she felt more pity for them.

Thinking of the news I heard outside the tent yesterday.

They probably don't know yet that they will soon be used as cannon fodder by the refugee army.

What vanguard army? That sounds very high-sounding.

An Yin had no way to rescue them, so she had to take this opportunity to sneak into Anping.

Snowflake salt, Muqing.

Whether that child prodigy is the one she is looking for, perhaps she will know when she arrives in Anping.

Ji Jing sat on the ground silently, and more and more people gathered here.

Because he had not eaten much in the morning and the refugee army had not distributed food for a long time, Ji Jing's stomach was burning badly.

About two hours later, he covered his empty stomach and looked at the person who came.

Then, his pupils shrank a little, and this group of people was no longer just teenagers of his age.

There were also many elderly people in their fifties and sixties who were driven here.

He felt heavy-hearted, and his mind kept replaying what the young man had said to him this morning.

They are going to the battlefield.

So who are they going to fight, and why are there so many old people gathered here?

Ji Jing didn't want to think about that, but his mind was unusually clear. He looked at the armor on his body and gradually came to agree with the young man's statement.

Are they really going to war?

Ji Jing became more and more frightened.

When he saw many elderly people mixed in with them, he felt even more sad.

Why did the Water King do this?

He was in Guangsha from the beginning. At that time, there were natural disasters and the refugees' army revolted. He thought they finally had a way to survive.

However, these refugee soldiers did not stand by them. They did not distribute the food they looted but kept it for themselves.

After finally surviving the disaster, his parents died, but fortunately the family still had farmland.

Ji Jing thought that although he was small, he was strong and could farm the fields and have enough food to eat.

Unexpectedly, he was driven here now.

There are so many people here. Are they all going to war?

Ji Jing doesn't want to die at all.

"Be quiet! The king said that as long as you keep walking along the official road of Anping, if you can reach Anping, the king will reward you with a hundred taels of gold."

Someone from the militia said.

His words immediately caused a huge uproar in the crowd.

Ji Jing stretched his head to see clearly the person standing on the podium and speaking.

Just like what the young man said, they really are going to the battlefield...

"Going to Anping? Sir, are you kidding us?"

An old man with white hair stood up:

"For us, old and young, it would take a whole day and a night to walk to Anping."

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. What's wrong with one day and one night? It's not like we haven't walked before.

You eat the king's food, and it is your honor to serve as the vanguard."

The migrant soldier rolled his eyes at the old man who was speaking. He looked at the people standing in front of him as if they were dead objects.

After just a few glances, he turned and left.

Only the crowd was left in an uproar.

"I was wondering, what's the point of giving us these armors? It seems like they're sending us to Anping to die."

"It sounds nice to say that we are going to Anping, but we are not going there voluntarily. Everyone knows that the King of Guangsha and Mu Qing of Anping are not on good terms.

Originally, we Guangsha people could go to Anping to find work and at least have food to eat. Since the refugee army came back, so many people in Guangsha have starved to death."

"Yes, if we go to Anping, they will use us as soldiers. Before we even get to Anping, we will be captured by Anping's silver-armored soldiers."

"Catch him? Forget it. We'll be dead if we get any closer to Anping.

If you have lost your life, what is the use of the hundred taels of silver? "

Many people shouted loudly to the refugee army:

"Let us go, I want to get out."

"Is there still any law? I don't want to die. Going to Anping means death."

"Chen Shui is ruthless and merciless. I don't want to be a vanguard."

"Bah, damn King Chen! Let us go."

"Who ate what food? The food was taken from us."

The refugee army in Guangsha changed batch after batch. The people of Guangsha had long given up hope in the refugee army. They never thought that Chen Shui would be so cruel and want to kill them!

"It's noisy."

Seeing that these common people were about to cause trouble, the migrant soldiers picked out a few of them and hacked at them with their knives.

Blood splattered all over the floor.

The few people who shouted the loudest at the beginning all died at the hands of the migrant soldiers, along with the old man who spoke at the beginning.

Ji Jing covered his mouth and looked at the dead old man, his eyes full of grief and anger.

"It's so noisy, it's really annoying. It's much quieter now."

The refugee army killed many people. Seeing more and more people dying, the voices in the crowd gradually became smaller, leaving only a few faint sobs and whimpers.

Ji Jing stared blankly at the bodies and heads of those people and hugged himself tightly.

He had never seen a pig being slaughtered since he was a child, but in the past two years, he first witnessed the death of his parents and then saw countless people starving to death on the streets.

And now, he saw more and more dead people.