I am a commoner, but I will lead the empress to unify the world

"Give it back to me, give it back to me now! Brother Hu, please give it back to me. I haven't eaten for two days."

The thin young man hurried to snatch it back, but he was too thin and was only wearing a linen shirt. It was obvious that he came from a poor family.

The sturdy man let him hold his arm, drank the porridge calmly in one gulp, and then directly put the bowl on the thin young man's face.

The thin young man screamed, and then the strong man kicked him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

"You're just a fucking dog, and you dare to touch me? If I don't kill you, I'm not Wang!"

Wang Hu's eyes were fierce, and he kicked the young man on the head again and again. The bowls around him shattered all over the floor. The young man's screams became weaker and weaker, and blood was flowing from all his orifices. He fell to the ground, rolled his eyes, twitched a few times, and then he became motionless.

"You're still pretending to be dead. You're going to die outside. What bad luck!"

Wang Hu picked up the thin young man and threw him out of the tent.

Shen Changgong watched coldly from the sidelines, showing no intention of helping during the entire process.

He has seen too many murders, and besides, everyone here is destined to die, so he has no interest in meddling in other people's business.

He stood at the door, drinking bland porridge, watching the Royal Guards drag the corpse outside the door away, and did not come in to punish Wang Hu.

Oh? You're killing people without even competing?

While he was thinking, the strong man Wang Hu had already finished two steamed buns, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he was still not satisfied.

"Damn it, this soldier is so stingy. How can he fight if he doesn't even have enough food to eat?"

He turned his head to look at Shen Changgong, and took a closer look. Seeing the thin arms and legs of this pretty boy, he snorted coldly,

"Hey, little dog, give me your steamed bun."

Shen Changgong was too lazy to deal with this idiot and walked inside with the steamed bun.

Everyone around watched coldly, with mocking and teasing eyes, waiting for Shen Changgong to make a fool of himself.

This pretty boy dared to ignore Wang Hu like this. With Wang Hu's temper, he would probably break all the bones in his body one by one, leaving him unable to live or die.

Sure enough, when Wang Hu saw Shen Changgong acting like this, he became furious and swung his fist, hitting Shen Changgong on the temple.

This powerful punch, if delivered firmly, can be fatal.

However, Shen Changgong remained calm, took a step back lightly to avoid the punch, and then with his right hand as fast as lightning, he smashed the bowl directly on Wang Hu's head.

The pottery bowl shattered with a sound. Shen Changgong took half of the bowl and swung it quickly. The sharp broken bowl directly cut Wang Hu's throat.

Then, he took a double-step and went around behind Wang Hu to avoid being sprayed with blood from the other's neck, and then kicked out, hitting Wang Hu in the back.

Wang Hu, weighing more than 200 pounds, was kicked out of the tent by Shen Changgong like a doll.

Wang Hu fell to the ground, covering his throat, his limbs twitching, his eyes full of desire to survive and fear of Shen Changgong.

After a moment, there was no movement.

Shen Changgong turned around and walked back, sat in the corner, and continued eating the steamed bun.

The people around him immediately stood up and moved away from him as if he were the plague god.

Those mocking and playful looks turned into fear at this moment.

Wang Hu, such a powerful man, was killed by him with just one move, just like killing a chicken.

Are we going to be competing against someone like this tomorrow?

I'm afraid that even if all of us put together we can't beat him, right?

Gradually, the expressions of those people became complicated.

Some seemed to be thinking about something, while others had fierce eyes.

Looking at their reactions, Shen Changgong sneered in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, these people will attack him in groups at night.

Although everyone here will die and only one out of a thousand people can survive, no one wants to die.

I don't want to face such a terrifying enemy in a one-on-one situation.

Then the best way is to launch a sneak attack at night, attack in groups, and kill the most powerful opponent first, so as to avoid facing this person in a one-on-one duel tomorrow.

This will increase your chances of survival a little bit.

This is human nature.

Shen Changgong didn't want to show his strength too early. If he was the only one out of the tent tomorrow, he would immediately attract the attention of other enemies.

Dad said that this would be a one-on-one fight followed by a melee, so it is very likely that he would be attacked by a group of people again during the melee.

But there was no other way. When trouble came, he had to take action. He couldn't just wait to be killed for fear of attracting attention, right?

No matter what, he has to survive, because his beautiful, kind and gentle sister-in-law is waiting for him at home.

I haven’t even started enjoying a life of luxury and wealth yet, I can’t die in this hellhole.

The corpse outside the door was dragged away by the Royal Guards again. They didn't say a word, as if they tacitly agreed to the killing.

At tomorrow's ceremony, many dignitaries will come to watch them fight, just like watching a beast fight. These handsome men are the "beasts" who risk their lives for their entertainment.

They enjoy watching the lowly untouchables do whatever it takes to survive.

Perhaps the killing before the competition is also part of their entertainment.

The powerful and wealthy in ancient times really did not treat common people as human beings.

Late at night, Shen Changgong sat in the corner and dozed off.

Who dares to fall asleep in this environment?

In the dead of night, rustling sounds and heavy breathing could be heard from the tent.

Shen Changgong moved his ears and opened his eyes.

The moon was dark and the wind was strong, so he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see a vague figure approaching him.

The person walking in front was holding a stick. His face could not be seen clearly and he was pushed out by others.

He was obviously hesitant and whispered,

"You... don't blame me if you die. I didn't want to kill you. I was forced to do it..."

"Don't worry, I won't blame you."

Shen Changgong's voice, like a ghost, reached everyone's ears.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and attacked. The broken bowl in his hand accurately cut the man's throat, and then he quickly snatched the stick and killed the others.

That night, heart-wrenching screams were heard from the tent. The moon was dark and the wind was strong, and the crows were startled and flew around in panic.

That night, no one in the entire training ground dared to sleep. Everyone looked around vigilantly, listening to the shrill screams from the tent in the distance, which sounded like a ghost that was demanding their lives, dragging them down to hell.

Early the next morning, the Royal Guards had lunch again.

Two young imperial guards carried rice buckets and baskets and walked into Shen Changgong's tent. They were so frightened by the scene before them that they dared not move.

The ground was littered with corpses in miserable shapes, and a person covered in blood but with a clean face.

The man stood up from the pile of corpses like a fierce ghost, snatched the rice buckets and baskets from their hands, and drank porridge and ate steamed buns at the same time.

Well, I can eat my fill today.

The young Royal Guard swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty,

"You are not allowed to leave the tent yet. You must come out when you hear the drums."