Blue and White Society

  Chapter 594 "Jiangcheng of Iron and Steel"

   "Oops! What should I do?"

  He quickly tried to play dead, but one of the leading soldiers spoke to him.

   It sounds obviously Chinese, but I just don’t understand it.

  Jiang Cheng could only pretend not to hear, and closed his eyes, hoping that the group of people would leave him alone.

  It's a pity that the other party seemed to know that he was not dead. Someone came over and poked his wound a few times with his foot, and said a few more words.

  Jiang Cheng had no choice but to open his eyes and wanted to kneel down again, but his leg was so painful that he couldn't move for a while, so he could only half-support himself.

   Looking at it, good guy, there is a long line, and there are many supplies to be escorted. I don’t know how many people are there, but I think it is more than everyone in his university. The flag officer hits the word "Li".

   This is a Han army, but it is a Yuan army.

   "He talked to me without doing anything, yes, the Yuan Han army usually wouldn't be idle and kill passers-by..."

   "Maybe I can surrender, and it would be nice to be a farmer transporting supplies."

  Jiang Cheng looked at the soldier, who held the weapon on his neck and kept talking, looking like he was questioning.

  But Jiang Cheng didn't understand a sentence, and he didn't dare to speak. He presumably asked him if he wanted to surrender, so he nodded.

   Then I regretted it again, what if I asked if I wanted to die? Did he nod to say that he wanted to die?

   Fortunately, it was not. The soldiers continued to wrap his neck around him, neither took him away, nor hurt him. Some people spoke not far away, and soon an officer came on horseback.

  The officer stared at him indifferently and ferociously, refused to stand on his horse, and stared at him after a few words.

  Jiang Cheng's expression was numb, and his heart felt cold. At this critical moment of life and death, the lack of language is simply too much trouble.

  Being discouraged, I thought to myself that I was going to die.

   Unexpectedly, seeing that his eyes were glazed, his heart was disheartened, and he was silent, the officer's expression suddenly became complicated.

   Then suddenly a whip hit him, beating Jiang Cheng in agony.

   "Grass mud horse! Come again!" Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and almost cursed out loud.

  But in order to survive, he endured it, and quickly used facial paralysis to restrain his hatred.

   Unexpectedly, this slight change in his expression was noticed by others, and then a series of whips came down.

  Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and suffered from the pain, trembling all over, not daring to resist.

  He can't resist, it's even hard to stand up now, what else can he do?

   After being whipped several times, the officer stopped and said something loudly.

  Jiang Cheng didn't dare to nod or shake his head, and just looked at him with a flattering smile.

  But he was in so much pain that his smile changed, it was actually a sneer, a sarcasm, and a bit of a sinister smile.

  Jiang Cheng himself noticed that his smile was not good-looking, and his heart skipped a beat, when he saw that the other party was really furious, and said another sentence in an extremely serious voice.

  He could hear that there was an ultimatum in his tone.

  But Jiang Cheng nodded, okay? How about shaking your head?

  Jiang Cheng looked at the officer, and the officer glared at him. One of them was standing on the horse, and the other was lying on the ground with his body on his side, with a knife around his neck.

   Wide-eyed and small-eyed, Jiang Cheng didn't respond: Brother, what are you talking about!

  I really don’t understand!

  Seeing that he didn't speak, the officer's ferocious expression gradually receded, and he looked at him with admiration and helplessness.

   "Huh?" Jiang Cheng didn't know what it meant.

  Then the **** next to him swung his knife violently to cut off his head. How could Jiang Cheng avoid it, and stared blankly at the knife being chopped off.

  However, at this moment, the officer suddenly shouted and waved his hand to stop the soldiers.

   Then he said a few more words, waved his hands to let a few soldiers carry Jiang Cheng away, while he shook his head and rode forward.

   "At this time, have you captured me?"

   "What do you mean?"

  Jiang Cheng was in a daze, and was carried to an ox cart and given him a soft cushion.

  Several soldiers also sent him some dry food and water. Not long after, another Mongolian doctor who might be a military doctor came to see his wound.

   Seeing that his wound was bandaged better than his own, the Mongolian doctor asked him in surprise, but seeing that he still didn't speak, he just bowed and left.

   "???" Of course Jiang Cheng didn't know what was going on, but he also realized that this was a trick!

   It seemed that there was some kind of misunderstanding, but the officer respected him instead.

   "You are lucky, it seems that you don't need my help." A voice suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's heart.

  Jiangcheng was taken aback for a moment, then realized it was Mo Poor, and quickly said, "It's you! You can really speak in my heart!"

  Mo Poor said: "I came early and have been observing silently. I didn't bother you when I saw you were fine."

   "I..." Jiang Cheng broke his leg and said he was okay? I wanted to blame a few words, but when I thought about it, why should he blame Mo Poor? He was originally a death row prisoner for the experiment, and the other party had no obligation to protect him. Although he hoped that he would live for a month, he had already said that he would only provide limited help.

   "Do you know what happened just now?" Jiang Cheng said.

  Mo Poor smiled and said: "I know that you have a camera on your body, but it is still inconvenient. You can communicate with me directly. You want to tell me what you see and hear in your heart. I can directly observe from your first person."

   "Is that so?" Jiang Cheng tried it.

  Mo Poor said: "Very good, just keep it like this. It seems that you are safe..."

   "Why am I safe? I can't speak the language, and I will die sooner or later. The better you treat me now, the worse I will die later!" Jiang Cheng said.

  Mo Poor said: "I can understand, you are lucky, they think you are Zhao Mengyu."

   "Who?" Jiang Cheng was at a loss.

  Mo Poor quickly explained the situation to him. At first, when the soldier saw his thin skin and tender flesh, and he was dressed as a scholar, he thought he was a senior official.

  Because most of the army was commanded by scholars at this time, they would also wear civilian clothes when they were not wearing official or military uniforms.

   And it happened recently that while this army was responsible for escorting things, it was also looking for the remnants of the Song army, mainly the literati officers under Wen Tianxiang's account, and Zhao Mengyu was one of them.

"He was awarded the title of Jinshi, supported and rewarded the militia and pulled up a side division. When Wen Tianxiang opened the governor's mansion in Nanjian, he was one of the supervising troops. Wen Tianxiang's entire army was wiped out in Wupoling , most of his subordinates died, but he ran away without a trace."

   "The soldier asked a few questions just now and you didn't speak, but when asked if you are Zhao Mengyu, you nodded and admitted."

  After listening to Mo Qiong's words, Jiang Cheng was speechless.

   "One of the supervisors? I pretended to be a eunuch?" Jiang Cheng said.

   "No no no, Zhao Mengyu is the clan." Mo Qiong said.

  Jiangcheng was startled, the clan, isn't that the Zhao family of the royal family, he recognized such an identity emotionally.

   It's no wonder the other party didn't kill him, that's not right. He clearly wanted to kill him before, so he swung his knife.

   "What did the officer say later?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Mo Poor said: "He is a general. He asked you to write a letter to persuade Zhang Shijie, who was in command of the Song Army in Yashan, to surrender. As a result, you didn't speak, and you looked disheartened. So he asked you to surrender, and went to lobby the captured Wen Tianxiang , you still don't speak..."

   "I..." Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded.

  Mo Poor smiled and said: "Later, I got angry at your 'disdain' appearance, so I beat you with a whip. In the end, you took it hard, and dared to look at him, despising him with a mocking grin."

   "I..." Jiang Cheng was confused.

   Mo Poor smiled and said: "He gave an ultimatum, saying that if you don't speak again, you will be beheaded now! But you looked at him with a blank face, and just kept silent!"

"So he was overwhelmed by your integrity, turned from anger to admiration, and since you are a partial clan of the Zhao family, he planned to take you first, and when the battle is over, he will be with the little emperor and everyone in the harem who are currently on the cliff mountain Escort them to Dadu together.”

  Jiangcheng's thoughts changed suddenly, and only then did he realize how he survived. It was because of a language barrier, and he was considered as "disdain to talk to the Tartars".

  The other party didn't know that he didn't understand the language, but he was disheartened and wanted to die for his country.

   "It's still useless... This clan must be known by many people, so it can only be deceived for a while. Later, my identity will be exposed, and I will die without a place to die." Jiang Cheng said bitterly.

  Mo Qiong smiled and said: "You can live for a while. Before this army reaches Yashan, you must be fine."

   "You find a way to avoid meeting other prisoners, such as Wen Tianxiang... He is now in the army of Zhang Hongfan, commander of the Mongolian Army and the Han Yuandu Army."

  Jiang Cheng asked, "Will you help me escape?"

  Mo Poor said: "In this month, I will give you some support, but it is only to help you survive, and I am not responsible for other purposes."

  Jiang Cheng sighed: "Can you understand what they are saying, can you translate for me?"

   "Yes, I will help you translate, including what you want to say, I can send it to you through information sensing." Mo Poor said.

  In this experiment, Jiang Cheng, as number one, must live for a month. The support includes some containment effects, or derivatives, which can actually be given. Back then, Mo Qiong secretly helped the little witch Hina.

   But the difference is that the Blue and White Club is only responsible for other tasks, and ignores everything else.

   And care must be taken not to make him think of any unnatural anomalies. If you give konjac to a translator directly, and then he becomes proficient in all languages ​​without reason, then he is likely to think of some concepts that will disturb the accuracy of the test results.

  So Mo Poor will provide help, but it is all help that he can understand and feel that technology can achieve.

  Jiangcheng is here to verify whether 'supported by the Lanbai Society' belongs to the variable they are looking for. The No. 2 traverser can also be supported. The difference between Jiangcheng and No. 2 is only that one has a D-level personnel's identity record, and the other is only a verbal agreement, not even a D-level establishment.

  Supposing that the worlds No. 1, Jiangcheng and No. 2 have contained objects. Then the time-traveling team is basically disheartened, which means that the Lanbai Club can't clearly assign and help the time-travelers to do. Even if the variables are verified from other numbers, it doesn't make much sense.

   If number one has content, number two is fine. That means it's a problem with the D-level organization, which is easy to solve.

Finally, if neither No. 1 nor No. 2 caused the era of containment, that would be the best result, which means that as long as the traversers do not know the situation related to the Blue and White Society and the containment, they can be helped and assigned in a way of being kept in the dark mission accomplished.

   "I hope that there will be no contained objects. If it does, then we can only put our last hope on No. 2."

   Mo Qiong thought to himself, even though this era is ancient, information transmission is underdeveloped.

   But in fact, once the contained object appears, as long as it is not too cryptic, there will be a big commotion, and it will be known to the world, because it is miraculous!

  …

   p.s: Sorry for the evolution of D-class personnel, sorry for D-class traversers.

  (end of this chapter)