Traitor's Loyal Dog Quest [Rebirth]

In the northwest, in the cool morning, a layer of frost formed on the iron fence of the prison car, rustling down along with the bumpy body.

The wheels creaked, and Jiang Yun knelt on one knee on the north side of the prison car, scratching the floating frost on the iron fence with one hand, and cupped the other hand underneath to catch it.

With his hands full of frost, he turned around and climbed to the corner of the prison car, woke up the half-lying middle-aged man, breathed into his palm, held the melted frost to the man's mouth, and respectfully said: "Seventh Lord, use the Tea."

Fortunately, the Ilsa guards outside the prison car couldn't understand Chinese, otherwise they would have to laugh out loud.

The Han people want to save face, and if you lose, you don't lose.

Qi Ye opened his eyes and cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Yun. His eagle-like gaze was vaguely that of the general who galloped on the battlefield and won all battles.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he could only make a hoarse grunt in his dry throat, so he had to drink the "tea" in Jiang Yun's hand obediently.

Raising his head, outside the prison car, the magnificent castle was close at hand, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance. Qi Ye couldn't see any sadness or joy on his face, and only sighed softly: "A Yun, we've arrived."

This is Ilsa's prisoner-of-war concentration camp, clusters of spiers with gray walls and red tiles occupy almost the entire vast plain.

There is a towering castle in the center, and an unbuilt watchtower in the northeast corner. A sharp tower top stands on the rounded beams, and the walls are engraved with complicated reliefs, which are imposing.

Such a typical western-style building stands in this ancient oriental country, showing a strange and abrupt feeling.

The first city gate rumbled open, and the prison cart drove into the concentration camp.

On the watchtowers at both ends of the city gate, Ilsa soldiers in navy blue military uniforms held their bows and crossbows like sculptures, aiming to lock the prison car where Jiang Yun was.

Jiang Yun sat cross-legged beside Qi Ye, with phoenix eyes slanted, staring at the group of Ilsa soldiers on the watchtower ready to go, there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

The concentration camp will separate the prisoners of war into dozens of control areas, with only [-] prisoners in each area.They deliberately disrupted the ranks of prisoners of war and allowed new and old prisoners of war to merge with each other. As a result, [-]% of the prisoners of war did not know each other, making it difficult to initiate organized resistance or escape.

When the prison cart drove into the second tower, the well-trained troops in the back row were divided into multiple groups, leading the prisoners of war, and marching towards the gates of different areas.

Before prisoners of war enter the prison, they will undergo a fairly thorough "cleansing" search.

This kind of search is not just to pass through after groping the whole body. They have to strip naked, stand in a row, open their mouths, stick out their tongues to check, and not miss the ear holes.

Some prisoners of war are born with legs that are not close together and cannot stand upright, so they will suffer a crime. The "lower head" has to be inspected-use that kind of thin iron rod to break it open to see if there is something hidden inside the body.

Entering the cleansing room, Jiang Yun dragged his clothes by himself, stood naked beside Qi Ye, bowed his head, not to look at evil.

The first step in body cleansing is to cut hair short, shave beard, and prevent lice.

In the dead silence on the verge of heavy rain, a prisoner of war suddenly roared like a maniac: "The body is so skinny, it's my parents! How can it be damaged!"

"Yellow-haired dog! I want to die, how can I allow the evil beast to bully me at will!"

The atmosphere boiled instantly, and the prisoners of war who had been suppressed for a long time were ignited by this cry, lost their IQs, stepped forward one by one, and followed the resisting lieutenant general, screaming and cursing together.

Jiang Yun knew what would happen next, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only endure and close his eyes.

"呵啦——" There was a piercing sound of the long knife being unsheathed, and Ilsa's soldiers raised the long knife, and there was a messy roar, mixed with the dull sound of gold and iron entering the flesh, which made people shudder.

"Ugh!" The leading prisoner widened his eyes, lowered his head slowly, and looked at the blade that had sunk into his chest, and was pulled out of his body violently by the soldier.

The strength evaporated from the limbs, and the prisoner's eyes of suppressing hatred gradually became numb, his knees softened, and he knelt under Ilsa's saber.

The room fell into chaos, some prisoners of war who did not want to die kept retreating, and some prisoners of war with furious faces rushed forward.

In the end, the first massacre that was about to happen was put down by Qi Ye's roar——

"Shut up the fuck! Don't be impulsive!" Qi Ye, who hadn't eaten rice for three days, still sounded like a bell, "You have the ability to go back to see your parents alive, and then come to me to read the filial piety!"

Qi Ye's eyes swept across the sad and angry faces, and he roared sternly: "Here, one counts as one, let me hear you clearly, I want you to live, this is a military order!"

The noisy yelling and cursing stopped abruptly, and when the general spoke, the prisoners stiffened their necks, held back their tears, and answered in unison with red faces: "Decree!"

When Qi Ye yelled, Jiang Yun who was on the side was spit on his face, and he didn't know how he sprayed it at this angle.

As expected of Seventh Master, every spittle would bring a twist.

After the physical examination, Jiang Yun followed the team to the north gate to get the prison uniform and put it on. Unexpectedly, when he went out, he was stopped by a soldier.

Jiang Yun was very surprised, he had never encountered this in his previous life, what does this Ilsa soldier want to do?

The sergeant didn't give in to him either, he just grabbed his wrist, trying to pull off a grass-yellow rope tied around his wrist.

Jiang Yun's heart trembled. The rope on his wrist was his "Yao Knot", a tool used to predict good and bad.

Jiang Yunzu was always on duty in the Qin Tianjian, specializing in Ziwei star fighting and divination. It was precisely because of this ability that he accepted the emperor's order and participated in this battle that was crucial to the survival of Chu with Qi Ye.

Although this knot is not a valuable thing, once he is in prison, it will be difficult for him to gather all the materials to make a new one, and it will be a big trouble.

This knot is the basis for turning the situation around. He exhausted the strength of three generations of the Jiang family to return to the front of the camp. Only this time, even if something goes wrong, he will really be a hero for the country.

And he has not yet cultivated the ideological consciousness to give his life for this country. He joined the army because the emperor's order and his father's order are hard to disobey.

Having lived two lifetimes and still retaining a shameful virginity is also a knot in his heart that makes him unable to rest in peace.

Jiang Yun withdrew his hand, and before the soldier was irritated, he laughed and said softly in Irsa language: "This is the auspicious rope that my mother went to the temple to beg for me. It's worthless, military master, let me keep it." Think about it."

The soldier was taken aback, and looked at Jiang Yun in a daze. This was probably the first time he heard a Han speak Ilsa's mother tongue.

Jiang Yun looked at those blue eyes firmly. It was obvious that this was a young Ilsa soldier. His heart had not yet been tempered, and his vigilance was not as good as that of veterans.

Hearing the word mother, the soldier's strength gradually relaxed, and finally turned his head away, acquiescing to Jiang Yun's request.

Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, nodded his thanks and was about to leave when a tall, square-faced Ilsa soldier suddenly rushed out from the side——

"Don't be wordy!" The tall soldier grabbed Jiang Yun's arm, trying to grab his wrist rope.

Jiang Yun's footsteps flashed, and he quickly avoided his hand. The surrounding Ilsa soldiers looked over immediately, and put their palms on the handle of the knife vigilantly.

Seeing this, Qi Ye's expression darkened, he took a few steps forward, slapped Jiang Yun on the back of the head, and shouted sharply: "What a treasure! Take it down! Give it to them!"

Jiang Yun was slapped and staggered forward, knowing that Qi Ye was worried that he would lose his life, but this knot really couldn't be lost.

He turned his head and gave Qi Ye a miserable smile, then looked at the Ilsa soldier flatteringly, and still begged meekly: "Master Jun is kind, let me keep it, mother,"

He looked around and emphasized the word again: "It's a memorial left by my mother."

The blue-eyed young officer was obviously a little moved. He looked at the officer's face timidly, but he didn't dare to intercede.

Before Ilsa's soldiers could make a move, Lord Qi stepped forward and slapped Jiang Yun on the back of the neck again. He shouted "Nonsense!" Then he bent over, trembling to tear Jiang Yun off. That wrist strap.

The Ilsa officer on the side was amused by this scene——

In order to comply with the enemy's order, the famous and well-known General Jianwei timidly snatched the most precious items from his subordinates.

Shame on the sky.

The laughter of Ilsa soldiers resounded in the barracks.

The officer in charge could speak a few words of Chinese, so he looked at Jiang Yun sarcastically, and stammered, "You... mother?"

He pointed to his lower body, and said with a wretched smile, "I... um! um!"

He made obscene gestures towards Jiang Yun, repeating in his mouth: "Han people are all cheap! Your mother... just likes this... hahaha..."

"Bam—"

Caught off guard by a muffled sound, everyone came back to their senses, the officer Ilsa who insulted Jiang Yun had already fallen to the ground!

He covered his mouth and nose in horror, and struggled to get up, blood continued to overflow from his fingers.

Everyone turned their heads in shock, only to see Qi Ye's face was cold and serious, he raised his hand to rub the fist he had just punched, his back was like a gun.

His heart skipped a beat, Jiang Yun didn't expect Master Qi to be so impulsive.

It was clearly agreed that saving one's life is a military order, why didn't the general himself obey it?

Before he had time to think about it, the murderous aura filled the surroundings in an instant, and Ilsa's soldiers gathered from all directions, surrounding him and Qiye——