Red Mansion: I married my wife Lin Daiyu, but she didn’t consummate the marriage.

Two months later, in Youzhou, there was no one in sight in the endless desolation.

The cold wind howled like a knife and the yellow sand in the sky was blown up by the strong wind, blocking the sky and the sun.

Jia Cong and others who came from Kyoto were all stunned. They put on thick cotton clothes and wrapped them tightly.

Everyone had gained a lot of weight and looked extremely clumsy.

Among the crowd,

Jialan's clear eyes revealed a bit of panic and confusion:

"Uncle Cong, I took the two hundred taels of silver you gave to my mother with me, and my mother got another hundred taels for me. I will give them all to the officer now, asking him not to separate you from me."

Looking at Jia Lan who was as uneasy as a frightened quail in front of him,

Jia Cong smiled and patted the other person's shoulder to comfort him:

"It's useless. Among so many people, I was the only one who was transferred. Don't you still understand the reason? Even if you spend the money, it is a waste. It is better to use it for management after arriving at the military camp. At least you don't have to go to the battlefield."

These children of many aristocratic families came to Youzhou together, but he was the only one who was transferred.

To say that there was no Jia family among them. Even if Jia Cong was beaten to death, he would not believe it.

Now that Wang Ziteng was the governor of the capital, it was not a matter of words to deal with a small figure like him.

Jia Lan looked at Jia Cong uneasily:

"So will we have a chance to meet again in the future?"

"Of course, remember what I said, you will only give the officer fifty taels at first and hide the rest in his boots. If you are ordered to go to the battlefield in the future, you will be given another fifty taels. Don’t give it all at once,"

Jia said. Lan nodded, then took out a two-hundred-tael banknote and handed it to Jia Cong:

"Uncle Cong, my mother asked me to give this to you. She also said that you need this money more than me."

"Take it back, I don't need it. Remember to protect yourself and come to you when I have the chance."

At this moment, an urging voice came from afar,

"Jia Cong, what are you still lingering on? Hurry up and get on your way."

"Take care of yourself!"

Jia Cong hugged Jia Lan, patted him on the back and left.

Three days later, under the leadership of two soldiers, Jia Cong came to a camp.

After some formalities and handover,

Jia Cong was He stayed in the camp and was led by a man in his thirties wearing black armor.

They came to the school grounds together.

There were already more than a dozen people waiting here.

"Enter the queue,"

"Yes,"

Jia Cong walked over and stood in the crowd.

The man in black armor swept over everyone one by one with his cold eyes and said:

"My name is Hao Dazhuang, and I will be your leader from now on. As for your names, I don’t want to know, because a dead person is not qualified to let me know his name."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd commotion.

"quiet!"

Hao Dazhuang shouted loudly, scaring everyone into silence.

"Each and every one of you is a prisoner on death row. You should have been punished and executed. The tight border war has given you the opportunity to make meritorious service.

According to the rules of our death camp, as long as you can survive a battle, you will not only be exempted from punishment, but also be punished. It is not impossible to obtain a new identity, be promoted to a higher rank, be granted the title of marquis and become prime minister. The current Marquis of Zhenyuan came out of our Death Soldier Camp, and it only took five years. Except for those who inherited it, he was the one who inherited it."The youngest Marquis of the Dynasty," these words injected into everyone's hearts like a tonic.

When they heard that not only could they survive, but they could also be promoted and enjoy glory and wealth, everyone suddenly became excited. Hao Dazhuang took in everyone's expressions. There was a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.

When he noticed the calm face of Jia Cong, he was slightly surprised.

This man was not old, but he was not surprised when things happened, and his mentality was good.

After making everyone happy for a while, Hao Dazhuang continued:

"Don't be too happy too early. Although the Death Soldier Battalion is the fastest to get promoted, it also has the largest number of deaths in each battle. According to past statistics, 80% of your people will die in battle every year. The deaths of your newcomers The rate has reached 90%."

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was originally extremely excited immediately turned pale, and one of them raised his hand tremblingly:

"Sir, I don’t want to fight, I want to go home, I still have my wife, children and children at home, I can’t die,"

Hao Dazhuang slowly walked towards the other party:

"Do you want to go home?"

""Yes, please let me go back, I don't want to die here."

Poof~

Before anyone could react, Hao Dazhuang had already pulled out his sword and chopped off the man's head, his eyes full of murderous intent swept over everyone. :

"You are on death row and have no choice. Who else wants to go home?"

Everyone was already stunned by this scene. They all retracted their heads into their necks.

Just when Hao Dazhuang nodded with satisfaction and was about to sheath the sword,

""Sir,"

Hearing the sound, Hao Dazhuang slashed at the source of the sound without hesitation.

"Your mother!"

Seeing a knife coming towards him, Jia Cong cursed angrily and hurriedly avoided it.

"Huh?

Seeing that Jia Cong had easily dodged his own sword,

Hao Dazhuang let out a light sigh, and immediately became interested.

He raised his sword to slash at Jia Cong again.

Jia Cong saw this and said quickly :

"Sir, wait a minute, I don’t want to go home, I just want a bow,"