I've already worn the same clothes, why did I still get caught and fucked?

Chapter 349 New Guests from Outside the Boundary

At this time, Rosen took his wife and quickly found the next location.

I plan to go and see if I can release the nine-tailed fox Tamamonomae to keep the Yamata no Orochi company.

At this time, the main body of Rosen in China was receiving new guests.

Two days ago, a new wave of refugees arrived at Rosen's territory.

There were so many refugees that their news was somewhat delayed. Otherwise, they would have known that their hometown was probably safe now.

But even so, they didn't want to make another long journey.

Naturally, we attach great importance to the acceptance of population.

Not to mention that population means wealth, just the fact that there are spies sent by the enemy among them is worth their serious consideration.

This group of refugees experienced the destruction of their homes, various wars, and countless humiliations.

None of these can compare to the despair of not being able to see the future.

There was no light in their eyes at this moment. They were all like zombies, just living by instinct.

As for why they wanted to live, why they wanted to follow this group of people, they had no idea.

Countless people fell silently along the way. They didn't care about each other, and sometimes even their families.

The food we brought with us along the way was calculated over and over again, but after each meal, we became hungrier and hungrier.

They ate everything, grass roots, tree bark, and even other people's straw sandals and earthworms in the soil.

Only then did we finally see the city wall on this side.

But no matter how excited they were, they couldn't shed tears. They just wanted to stay alive.

However, when they saw the regular army here, they were caught off guard by the attitude of this army.

It's not like they haven't seen the Lords of this era. They are all masters, the upper class.

How can anyone who is able to become an official not have a dark heart? Only the red army, according to rumors, is the people's army.

Apart from this, there may be some who are truly willing to resist foreign troops, but how many of them can truly treat the people?

So when they see these officials, they will try to avoid them if possible, and if they can't avoid them, they will be as respectful as possible.

I was afraid that if I wasn’t careful, I would be rejected by others because my smile was too ugly.

But they didn't expect that the warlord here often set up porridge shops and provided free porridge to people.

Although the refugees were excited when they heard the news, many of them restrained themselves as they had experienced life and death before.

They knew that as a refugee, he would definitely have conflicts with the locals during this process.

But what they didn't expect was that there was not a single local resident here among them.

This surprised them greatly, but the refugees, who did not have much brainpower, would not think too much about these things.

At this moment, they looked more like starving zombies. Only after they were kicked twice did they smile and follow the orders of the soldiers of the security detachment to line up.

"Qiao'er, come here and follow daddy!" An old man in rags let go of the branch in his hand with one hand and called out from behind.

"Dad is here!" A girl with braids and covered in black saw a baby covered in patches and walked over quickly.

"Keep your voice down!" The old man glared at his daughter. He then carefully looked around and was relieved to see that nothing was wrong.

Liu Qiaoer knew very well that she had been a little rash just now, so she lowered her head unconsciously.

"Dad, do you really have porridge to drink?" Liu Qiaoer said this without even feeling like she was swallowing her saliva.

The old man in front of her was not much better. He licked his dry lips and looked forward with longing on his face.

There were quite a few people there who had already received their own porridge, and were eating the food in their bowls like pigs in a pigsty, madly but carefully.

Some people even sobbed from time to time. That was not crying, but the body shaking unconsciously.

"Sister, do I really have food to eat?" The little baby with completely cracked lips was raising his head and looking at the sky with a dazed look in his eyes.

Liu Qiaoer hugged her brother and let him lean towards her. "Some of us will be able to eat rice porridge soon."

The little kid was only four or five years old. At this moment, he seemed to have no bones. He leaned on Liu Qiaoer's legs without crying or making a fuss.

"Sister, are you serious? I haven't tried rice porridge yet! I don't know if it tastes good or not."

"It's delicious, so delicious! I'll give you more later." Tears flashed in Liu Qiaoer's eyes unconsciously.

She looked at her brother with such heartache that even her voice was choked with sobs.

The old man heard their conversation and sighed unconsciously, but his desire for the rice porridge in front of him did not diminish at all.

Soon it was their turn.

The old man and his friends had picked up tiles earlier, just in preparation for this moment.

However, the soldiers in front had prepared enough bowls, so they saved the smelly tile.

Old man Liu nodded and bowed, took the porridge handed to him, then nodded and bowed again, moved away, and asked his daughter and son to ask for porridge as well.

Liu Qiaoer was very quiet. She just kept her head down and didn't say a word during the whole process.

The soldier who served them the porridge had seen this kind of situation many times, so he handed them a bowl of porridge without even looking at it.

After the family got the porridge, they ate while walking, planning to find a safe place with few people to finish the porridge quickly.

But when they found the place, they had finished all the rice porridge in their hands.

The youngest baby was holding the porridge and drinking it while spinning around.

His steps at this time were so steady, and the two people in front of him didn't seem to be afraid of the kid falling.

They just looked around vigilantly, afraid that someone would come and steal their things.

After finishing his porridge, the old man started to lick the bottom of the bowl. After licking the bottom of the bowl, he licked his lips, and after licking his lips, he licked the bottom of the bowl again.

What does it mean that every grain of rice is hard-earned? Even if the refugees at that time could not recite this poem, they still did it perfectly.

This was even more true for Liu Qiaoer. After licking the bottom of her own bowl, she looked at the old man's bowl with some longing.

It's like saying, you can't lick it as cleanly as I do, so let me do it.

At this time, the family members felt the warmth in their stomachs and felt alive.

And only now did they have time to observe the people distributing porridge here.

Just now, they heard what the people around them said, and they also knew the name of this group of people. It seemed to be called the Salvation Army.

It’s a good name, because just hearing this name makes the old man and others feel like crying.

When I looked at them again, I realized something was strange.