This is the first time Zi Chen has entered the Death Camp. The Death Camp. This is the unit with the highest death rate in the Tang army, and they are not even considered real soldiers.

When siege, this group of people rushed to the forefront, carrying sandbags, moving stones, filling rivers, slamming cloud ladders, rushing to the city walls, and escaping, it was also the group of people who used their flesh and blood to leave a way out for the real soldiers, and called them the death camp, but they gave themselves a name, cannon fodder!

To be very appropriate, they are cannon fodder of the Tang army.

The soldiers of the Death Camp are either slaves who want to gain freedom or prisoners who have committed the crime. They come here just to rely on military merit to clear their crimes. Once they enter the Death Camp, they are really a life-threatening life, and all those who survive, even without any true energy, are extremely powerful people.

There is also a shortage of martial arts masters in the suicide camp, especially some rangers who committed a crime and were caught and sent directly to the suicide camp. In the eyes of the Tang army, those martial arts people with high martial arts skills are the best soldiers in the suicide camp. They are very powerful and do not obey discipline. Where can they be sent to the front line if they are not sent?

As for escaping? Just kidding, anyone who entered the suicide camp wanted to escape eventually died at the hands of his own people, just because the punishment for deserters on the suicide camp was to escape one person, all teams died, ten people fled, all squadrons died, one hundred people fled, and all the entire brigade was executed!

There are a small team, ten people, fifty people in a squadron, and fifty people in a brigade. Under such circumstances, everyone in the death camp supervises each other and dies on the battlefield. Even if they are really killed, at least the disaster will not be as good as their family members. But if they escape, even if they are lucky enough to escape, their family members will be ruined. Besides, the companions around them who are eyeing themselves will not let themselves escape, and no one wants their family members to be innocently implicated by others.

In the death camp, no one takes human life seriously.

There are three brigades of the suicide camp in Beiyun City, with about 1,300 people, and none of them are full-time. When you walk into the military camp, you will see that it doesn’t look like a military camp at all, but rather a gathering place for a beggar sect.

There is no tent or uniform. Each person has only one of the most ordinary Tang swords, or the worst quality Tang swords. There are a few people in a group, and they lean together, as if they are sleeping or resting. There is no unified and convenient place in the military camp. Everyone urinates and defecates as they please. Some even pee directly on their companions, and are angry when they are urinating and being urinated, but they don’t know what they are afraid of and dare not take action. Some dodge a few times, and some simply let the urine spill on their bodies.

Who cares about some dirt on your body when you tie your head to a knife?

Their clothes were all ragged, and some people's exposed skin was rotten, perhaps because they had suffered some injuries before, but they were not treated.

Here, it is difficult to see people covered with scars. There are no military doctors in the suicide camp. In the war, for them, they are either alive or dead.

Those who are qualified to wear a few scars on their bodies have already accumulated enough merits and left here.

Smelling the unpleasant smell and listening to the sound of gathering, Zi Chen watched the people who were lying or sitting on the ground climb up listlessly, dragging their tired bodies, walking towards the direction of the gong like a walking corpse, and frowned immediately. These people were not dead, but their hearts were already dead. How could such a team survive on the battlefield?

Soon, following these walking corpses, Zi Chen came to the gathering place, and then a group of men in military uniforms were carrying things from the carriage. It was a huge jar, and those who were originally walking corpses seemed to smell the bloody flies and rushed towards this side quickly.

"Food smell, I smell the meat!"

"Is this going to fight?"

Almost everyone rushed towards the carriage desperately, as if there was a peerless beauty waiting for them.

"Line in line!" A man standing by the carriage kicked the fastest soldier away and said viciously.

Following his order, the soldiers who were still in a mess just now and were in a state of chaos and in a flash, they had already been divided into three square formations. Only Zi Chen stood there stupidly and immediately became prominent.

"You are from that small team, why haven't you entered the queue yet?" The officer who kicked the soldier away looked at Zi Chen with a leisurely look and immediately became furious.

"Report to the Chief, I am Zi Chen. I come to the death camp to report on the order of the General!" Zi Chen immediately stood up straight and said loudly.

The officer frowned. Those who were able to enter the suicide camp were all committed. Everyone who was arrested into the suicide camp had soldiers tied them in and handed them over to their care. Where could anyone like Zi Chen come in?

"Is there a general seal?" the officer said coldly.

"Yes!" Zi Chen immediately came forward and handed over the appointment letter sent to him by Hu Yunlie, and handed it to the officer.

The officer glanced at the words and seals on the appointment letter, nodded, put the appointment letter into his arms, pointed to a square formation in front of him and said, "Go in, from now on, you will be the captain of the Seventh Squadron of the First Squadron of the First Brigade of the First Death Camp..."

"Sir, who are my soldiers?" Zi Chen said with a close eye. Since Hu Yunlie appointed him as the team leader, he could be considered half an officer after all?

"Soldier? Hey..." The officer sneered, not only him, but also a cold snorted from the crowd.

"The Seventh Team was wiped out three days ago. Now you are the only one. If there are new people, I will arrange it for you!" After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Zi Chen, but instead shouted at more than a thousand people in front of him: "It's a bitch. Today's meal is cooked with broth, and it's full of weight. Each person has a big bowl. After eating, he will rest for half an hour and then go on the road with me..." After saying that, someone had already stood up and started serving the rice for these people.

Zi Chen saw it with kindness. The officer who served the rice just took a huge scoop and scooped out a pile of sticky things from the huge jar. A soldier ran out with a big ragged bowl. He took the black thing with joy, and then ran to the side happily.

When they set off, it was going to the battlefield. This was a full meal before they went to the battlefield. Only this meal could they barely eat enough and smell the smell of meat. For most of them, this meal might be the last meal.

Zi Chen really didn't understand, isn't it just a bowl of black things? If the dogs were not willing to eat that thing, what was they happy about? Is their previous meal too miserable? Or is they just want to get a kind of relief? A kind of relief that is worse than life for such pigs and dogs? The battlefield may be their best destination.

Zi Chen didn't eat it. It's right that he was scolded as a waste since he was a child, and it's right that he has not been favored in the Zi family since he was a child. But after all, he is the son of the marquis. Even if he is just the most humble son, he is much better than ordinary people in material terms. In addition, he has the temptation of delicious food in his previous life, how could he be moved by a bowl of black things?

He came to the Death Camp to make meritorious service, not to suffer.

Originally, they wanted to rely on their own abilities to unite these people by their side, just like regaining Chiguyev and others before, and as soon as the turtle was dispersed, these people immediately surrendered.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel. These people can no longer see the thoughts in their eyes. What else can you take out to make them interested?

If they hadn't had a little bit of concern for their family, they would have rebelled and died together long ago?

A few carriages came, and a few huge jars were loaded with them. Finally, more than a thousand people were arranged. The officer who had talked to Zi Chen before found out that Zi Chen was still standing there. He immediately raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing? Why don't you enter the queue?" Although Zi Chen changed out of the brocade robe before coming, he was just wearing a pure cloth shirt, no matter how pure the cloth shirt was, it was neat and clean. Compared with soldiers around who were worse than beggars, part-time jobs were inappropriate.

Zi Chen smiled at the soldiers hiding on the ground around him, without answering, but his meaning was expressed: "Now, where is the queue?"

Seeing Zi Chen's indifference, the officer instinctively wanted to curse, but when he thought of the mission they would take on this death, he resisted the unhappiness in his heart, and instead revealed a sense of sympathy in his heart. He didn't know which young master from the family had committed the matter and was sent to the death camp to die.

He grabbed the remaining bowls and chopsticks, put all the porridge in the jar, distributed it to his brothers, and then raised his head and started drinking. Although they were the commanders of the Immortal Camp, what other benefits would they have except living a little longer than the people around him? If the military had not needed a few familiar people to manage this Immortal Camp, they would have died long ago, right?

Regardless of whether Zichen eats or not, as long as he enters and flies to death, he will just run away.

Zi Chen didn't go to have a meal, and he was not hungry. He just looked up and looked around, hoping to find something. He hoped that these thousand people could have even a little business, even a little bit.

But to his disappointment, everyone was drinking the porridge in the bowl, until at the end, Zi Chen's eyes came to a young man.

The boy looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a cloth shirt, which was also ragged, and his face was also covered with dirt, but his eyes were very bright, unlike the crowd around him, and he was also looking at Zi Chen, and his already bright eyes became brighter.

He looked at Zi Chen's appearance, Zi Chen's figure, Zi Chen's palm, but Zi Chen was always looking at his hands. It was a pair of calluses. He was obviously a boy in his twenties, but he had a pair of hands that were no longer as rough as an old farmer in his forties. Especially the tiger's mouth that he occasionally exposed was full of calluses. What kind of training can he practice such a pair of powerful hands.
Chapter completed!