Chapter 479 Lao Zhang

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Wu Chong saw Luo Xiaolu running over and said to him mysteriously.

"Captain, guess what I saw yesterday?"

"If you fart, hurry up."

Wu Chong glanced at this kid with a look of disgust. He was just fourteen years old and went to hang out in this ghost place. He didn't even know if his kidneys were enough. However, this era is rotten to the core. Whether or not they can survive tomorrow is one thing. Many people, like Luo Xiaolu, enjoy themselves in the moment, spending every penny they have.

"I saw an oiran without any clothes on in Uncle Zhang's yard last night. Her butt was so white."

The boy actually showed a yearning expression as he spoke.

It seems that Lao Zhang really took him to eat meat last night. Otherwise, how could a big-ass brat pay attention to this? It's just that Lao Zhang actually hooked up with the oiran. This old boy is really good at it.

"Hurry up and eat. When you are full, go to morning exercise. If you dare to be lazy, my legs will be broken."

Wu Chong slapped Luo Xiaolu on the back of the head, ending this boring conversation.

Luo Xiaolu rubbed the back of his head and went to do morning exercises with a grin on his face.

As bandit suppressing officers and soldiers, they also had to do morning exercises. Most of the bandits in this era were desperadoes, and the court was also short of money. Many of the weapons and equipment issued to them were old goods, which led to their There was no difference between the equipment of the people and the bandits. When the two sides were fighting, many of them were still looking at their martial arts skills.

The martial arts in this world are not without merit.

Although it is not as powerful as the Qi Masters who come and go, they are still as lethal. Some powerful warriors can fight with Taoist masters. Even if they encounter monsters, they can exchange them one for one. However, most warriors of this level have already reached the middle and upper levels of the army. Those at the bottom are mostly hard-working people, such as Luo Xiaolu, who joined for the sake of food.

canteen.

A tattered wooden plaque had black writing on it.

After Wu Chong received 'higher education' from a group of captives in Barbarian Beast Mountain, he had escaped from the illiterate class, so he still knew these two words. For this reason, he also specifically asked some of his subordinates around him and found that except for him, everyone else was actually illiterate. This shows how low the literacy rate was in this era. Only people like Ouyang Duandao who were in the martial arts world and had a certain status and status gathered around so many 'literate people'.

Walking into the canteen, Wu Chong followed his past habits and prepared to get some meat to eat.

He has been in the bandit suppression team for more than three years and is definitely considered an old man among the old. The captains of several other teams did not live as long as him. This also led to many people in the bandit suppression team having legends about him. Some said that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and would only survive until now by pretending to be dead as soon as he went to the battlefield. Another part described him as a peerless master who was sent to the bottom by disciples of big families to gain experience.

No matter which one he was, the other bandit-suppressing soldiers were in awe of him and would subconsciously get out of the way after seeing him.

"Give me all those big meats."

Wu Chong glanced at the meat in the barrel and directly ordered the dishes. He didn't even look at any of the vegetarian dishes.

"Captain Wu's appetite is still so good."

When the master who was cooking saw Wu Chong, he smiled and said hello.

It is not easy for these Huotou masters to see a familiar face, let alone an old man like Wu Chong who has lived for more than three years. In their understanding, people like Wu Chong should have been promoted long ago. It was just bad luck that Shangguan was replaced. However, as long as he could continue to live, he would always be able to make it.

"Live to eat."

Wu Chong took the meat dishes and sat down on the chair in the middle of the canteen. Most of the soldiers here squatted in the corners to eat, and only their captains had a few seats. For higher-ranking officials, others don't eat in the canteen at all.

After he started eating, everyone else in the cafeteria returned to their previous appearance.

Groups of small and large groups squatted in the corner eating, and occasionally acquaintances from the same hometown would chat about some topics.

"Being a captain is good, you can eat meat every day."

Someone in the corner secretly muttered something, Mr. Wu’s ears were so good that he heard everything clearly. Wu Chong glanced at it and found that it was a thin young man who said it. This young man held two cold steamed buns and some pickles in his hand. This was all that a newcomer like him with no qualifications could get.

"You don't know, Uncle Zhang fought with the oiran last night."

When I heard the voice, it belonged to Luo Xiaolu.

After this kid met the world with Lao Zhang last night, he felt a little impetuous. He used to think about food, clothing, and warmth, but now all he can think about is the oiran's white butt.

"Is the oiran's butt really that white?"

"Can this still be a lie? If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zhang!"

Luo Xiaolu was anxious. He finally saw the world, but no one believed what he said.

"Lao Zhang hasn't been back since yesterday. I heard he died."

Suddenly someone said something.

"Died three days ago."

"ah?"

Luo Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then became frightened.

If Lao Zhang died three days ago, then who was Uncle Zhang who took him to 'see the world' yesterday? And the white-flowered oiran.

‘They must be jealous of me and want to see me embarrassed! ’

Luo Xiaolu snorted coldly.

"I will tell Uncle Zhang exactly what you said. I hope you will still dare to say that when you see him."

When the person who spoke saw this, he stopped talking and just started eating in silence.

There are no such deep feelings in this bandit suppression camp.

After hearing what was said, Wu Chong glanced sideways at Luo Xiaolu, and the demonic energy spread to his pupils. Faintly, he saw a breath that was somewhat similar to the demonic energy, but the difference was that the aura was gray-white.

"Evil?"

It is said that all monsters and monsters belong to the same family, but Mr. Wu doesn’t think so.

In his opinion, although he is a monster, his heart is upright, and he practices the 'Jade Pure Immortal Method', which is a noble path, and he is not the same as those who follow the wild path.

"So Lao Zhang is really dead. I wonder why I didn't find out two days ago."

Wu Chong recalled it, and then

He found that he and Lao Zhang didn't seem to have much friendship. After recalling it, he found that he didn't even remember what Lao Zhang looked like. For a person who can't even remember his appearance, it's impossible to find out what happened.

"Hundred households are coming!"

At the door of the cafeteria, someone shouted. The noisy crowd all fell silent and stood up one by one to get out of the way.

Wu Chong continued to sit in his seat and gnawed on the big bones. A hundred households were nothing.

He has seen them all.

If he hadn't kept a low profile, he could have gone to the capital and become a national preceptor. I heard that there is a thousand-year-old monster in the capital, and the current national master is transformed from that monster. For the country to come to this point, the great demon national master can be said to be 'indispensable'.