"You can hit me!"

This shout seemed to tear the darkest moment before dawn.

Among the prisoners, some people threw out the protein bars hidden on them one after another.

It was not until this moment that other prisoners knew about it.

These seemingly numb Qing intelligence personnel actually started to burn again from the moment Qingchen came here.

The prisoners who had been numb for a long time did not know what they had gone crazy, as if they were enjoying their long-lost freedom.

They pushed the soldiers of the Shen Dai to stop them from whipping the intelligence personnel of the Qing family.

They belong to different forces, and some of them even have no subordinate forces, but here, they all have a sad background and want to try to resist.

The soldiers of the Goddess called for support from the military camp, and they wanted to suppress the place with force!

"Do you think it's okay to whip it?" Kamida Yunzhi walked slowly over from the barracks. He sneered, "If this is the case, others would think I'm a charity."

The prisoners were silent when they saw the appearance of the Sun Yat-sama.

He was so scared that he dared not look up and looked at him.

For a long time, the biggest haze in their hearts.

"Break the legs of the two initiators," said Kamiyoshi directly: "Break them in front of Qingchen, and then hang them outside the pigpen until they die."

Qingchen chewed the protein bar in his mouth seriously.

He didn't roar because roaring was useless.

He was not angry either, because anger was useless.

All Qingchen could do was wait for his return, and then use all his life's efforts to come back and give the God-Dao a counterattack.

But... you have to do something.

The boy lowered his head, held a stone in his hand, shackles on his wrists, and dirty mud under his feet.

However, at this moment, the two Qing intelligence personnel who were pressed to the ground suddenly turned to look at him and smiled: "It's okay."

"Sir Qingchen, success doesn't have to be with me."

Qingchen was stunned.

It doesn't matter.

He said these four words, and now the other party has returned them to him.

Qingchen seemed to be pulled back to the original Gaotian number. He and Zhang Wenqi sat side by side alone, watching fate finally arrive.

For a sentence, you don't have to be with me.

Zhang Wenqi is dead.

Two Qingshi intelligence officers were willing to be smashed to pieces by their legs and wanted to throw him an egg white stick.

Is this the foundation of the Qing family standing in the Federation?

Qingchen seemed to understand a little.

With a click, a cold butt stock of a soldier of the Goddess fell down, and the leg bone of a Qing intelligence officer was broken.

The stock was so fierce that the broken leg bones were exposed from the skin, which looked particularly tragic.

The Qing intelligence personnel couldn't help but scream, like a beast walking in the wilderness, with its thigh bones broken by a huge beast.

From then on, the fate waiting for him will inevitably be death.

Qingchen looked at the two intelligence personnel, who were hung on the beam of the roof of the pigpen with ropes by the descent soldiers, and hung them like this.

He suddenly bent down and continued to build his own stone wall.

The soldiers of the Goddess smiled wildly: "You have your legs broken for him. Do you see what he can do? Do you see there is a hint of anger in his expression? He is like a bull that was beaten and has no fighting spirit anymore!"

"That!"

The Qing intelligence officer was hung with a mouthful of thick phlegm, spitting it on the face of the soldier of the Goddess, and then a storm beaten.

Kamida Yun sneered: "Stop fighting, just let them hang here. Now they want to anger you all the hard work, but I don't let them do it. Are there anyone who wants to throw the protein stick? If you want to throw it, you can hang it here with them."

The prisoners shrunk when they saw the two Qing intelligence personnel.

Qingchen continued to build a stone wall as if he hadn't heard anything.

At night, Qingchen stopped building stone walls, suddenly stood on the edge of the pigpen and asked softly: "What are your names?"

"Zhao Mingke."

"Wang Yuchao."

"How long have you been here?"

"There are three months and three days in the 19th year, counting the days every day with your fingers, for fear that I will forget one day and will be confused."

“Is it worth it?”

"There is nothing worth it or not. I am so hungry every day, so how can I think of these things?"

"Um."

"Sir Qingchen, do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Do you know Zhang Wenqi?" Qingchen asked.

"Sir, do you know Zhang Wenqi too? That guy was one of the guards at the A02 base before. He trained us so hard, but he would keep it a little bit when he started."

"Well, before he died, he also said the six words "Success does not have to be with me,"" Qingchen looked at the stars calmly.

Zhao Mingke suddenly said, "Sir, you know the meaning of these six words."

Qingchen shook his head: "I haven't fully understood yet."

Zhao Mingke took a deep breath and said, "It not only tells us the soldiers not to be afraid of sacrifice, but also to tell the commander not to be kind to women. For a certain goal, sacrifice and bleeding are inevitable. If you fear sacrifice and bleeding, the victory will definitely be a false victory."

Qingchen thought for a while: "I understand, thank you."

He continued to lower his head and build a stone wall, and Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao were just hanging in the air.

The two of them suddenly heard Qingchen whispering something in their mouths, and the cold wind whistled so hard that they could not hear it clearly.

At some point, the night wind stopped.

They heard the words clearly, which were like a ball of fire in the darkness.

The fourth day of the return countdown.

Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao no longer had the energy to chat. They lowered their heads and blood flowed out of the wounds on their legs. They could only barely remain awake.

All the prisoners walked by their side and couldn't bear to take a look.

And the young man named Qingchen was still tirelessly building stone walls again and again.

The countdown to the return is the third day.

Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao have fallen into a coma.

However, when they were unconscious, they were still muttering words.

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And the boy named Qingchen was about to collapse.

There is food, but the cold wind is still not something that a seriously injured person can withstand.

Qingchen's face turned red, which was a symptom of the high fever.

This is the first time he got sick since he became a knight.

Even the body of a knight could not bear it anymore.

The countdown to the return day after day.

Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao's breathing was already inaudible, but they were still muttering something.

The Qing intelligence officers in the prisoners risked being whipped and tried to come over and listen.

In the cold wind, Zhao Mingke and Wang Yuchao muttered softly: "But you have to understand, my friend, we cannot face darkness with gentleness, we must use fire."

That was what they heard from Qingchen when the wind stopped.

At this time, it was scattered in the wind again.

The Qing intelligence officer was stunned. He wiped his tears silently, then continued to walk towards the rocky field, carrying the ever-lasting rocks as usual, and living the miserable days that have been repeated.

Return countdown to the last day.

Qingchen looked at the night sky again in the darkness.

The vast stars are above the sky, as deep as the sea.

"Sorry," Qingchen said.
To be continued...