Chapter 4
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The man struggling back from the death line is more rough and crazy than usual.
At the moment, in the slave camp, screaming women can be seen everywhere, dragged into a dark corner by several men.
Sometimes not only women, but also young but weak men.
In this way, the slaves who escaped from the battlefield could release the emptiness after the killing and the remaining fear after dying.
Mo Qiao Sheng is no longer the weak child to bully. His martial arts skills honed in hellish training make the whole camp no longer dare to provoke him.
As he grew older, his body grew rougher and his arms grew rougher.
In addition to the waist a little thin, at the moment he did not cause any young man's appearance.
He felt that he had got rid of the fate of being bullied by men.
But he was still very disgusted and disgusted with this kind of behavior. He quickened his pace and just wanted to go back to the rest place quickly, have a good sleep and recover his almost exhausted physical strength.
"Sheng, this is your share." A slave who was in charge of distributing food knelt down in front of him.
Her lips were thick, her cheekbones prominent, her eyes small and not pretty.
But she's young, young and a woman. It's hard to find her here.
She was assigned to deliver food to centurions of slaves like mohashi, as well as herself, if the centurions needed it.
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at her, the girl lowered her head, cheeks with a little red, there is a girl's unique shy and gentle.
He took the dough from the slave.
The brownish yellow dough looks much better than the dark hard lumps eaten by ordinary slaves.
It's a kind of food that can only be enjoyed by slaves over Centurion. It's mixed with buckwheat and wild vegetables.
The slave did not dare to look up, her heart pounding.
Mo Qiao Sheng is not the most beautiful one among centurions. Ah Feng is the object that many female slaves yearn for.
However, responsible for the distribution of food, she knows that Qiao Sheng is the most gentle person.
Although a Feng is beautiful, she is too cruel. A cold face all the time, a temper that breaks out anytime and anywhere. As soon as you get close to him, it makes people tremble with fear.
Qiao Sheng doesn't seem to have a woman yet. I wish I could be his first woman, the slave thought.
Her hands slightly heavy, more than half a piece of brown cake, is mo Qiao Sheng break down in her hands.
But what she really expected didn't happen.
The young Centurion hobbled away with the rest of the food without even looking back at her.
Left with a small half piece of dough, she stood in the same place.
Mo Qiaosheng came to his own "territory", where there was a row of small spaces simply separated by wood chips and bamboo poles and ventilated on all sides. There was only one board in each compartment, piled with straw and a ragged quilt.
But it is a relatively private and personal space.
This is the "special honor" he won after several times of bloody struggle on the battlefield. So that he doesn't have to be like a beast, crowded with people, and many slaves to sleep in a mud circle.
Mo Qiao Sheng lay on his "bed" and broke off a small piece of flour cake, which was contained in his mouth, and let saliva slowly soften it.
The wound on his body is still bleeding, making him feel the constant loss of physical strength.
It's too painful, too tired. Sleep for a while. He closed his eyes.
Just a little bit of trance time, I feel someone wakes him up.
"Hashimoto, Hashimoto."
Moqiao life difficult to open his eyes, see living next door a Yun is calling him.
"Qiao Sheng, the master summoned us and said that he would give us a reward at the celebration banquet." A Yun said to him happily.
A Yun is the youngest of all centurions. He has not even got rid of his childishness, and his character is lively.
What is rare is that growing up in such a difficult environment, he is still a smiling man.
But once on the battlefield, he will instantly become a particularly fierce beast, charge a ring, he will not die forward.
On the back of his right hand, there was a ferocious scar, which made him the youngest Centurion.
Mo Qiao Sheng got up and walked out of the camp silently.
He didn't want to go to the party at all, but he had no right to refuse.
At the front is a Feng. Feng's face is quite beautiful among men, with narrow eyes and high nose. However, for slaves, both men and women, being beautiful didn't mean anything good.
Being beautiful and alive, and being a centurion only shows that he has paid more than others behind his back.He was as calm as Mo Qiao Sheng and walked silently.
"I don't know what the master will reward? Ah Jia, do you think it could be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time A Yun is imagining and licking his lips.
"I want to eat meat, too." Growing five big three thick, as strong as a bear, a Jia swallowed saliva.
"Don't dream. Your skin is tight in front of the master. If you don't eat the meat, you lose your life." The gray haired old man often interrupted them coldly.
The five people in the party were the biggest slaves. They either excited, or worried, or followed a servant beside their master to the camp where the Marquis of Weibei was.
The attendant took them to a water room, and each one handed out a brush and a spoon.
"Wash yourself clean, change into new clothes, there are many distinguished people at the banquet, don't lose face to the host." With a shrill voice, the attendant pointed to a stack of clothes of the same standard on the side.
Mo Qiao Sheng squatted on the ground, scooping up a spoonful of cold water and pouring it down from the top with a crash. The muddy and red sewage flows out from his body. The cold water stimulates his sleepy nerves. He feels a little heavy in his heart and vaguely feels that what he is about to face is not a good thing.
For slaves like them, no matter how much credit they have made, they can't be compared with the real generals. If they are lucky, they can get a piece of cooked meat, a piece of armor or a weapon as a merciful reward for their masters.
However, if you are not lucky and behave improperly, you may offend the Lord or some noble person, which is the disaster of killing.
What's more, their Lord, Wei Beihou
Mo Qiao Sheng splashed the whole bucket of water on his head. He didn't want to recall the obscene and abnormal behavior of the Lord when he first met Wei Bei Hou in Chu Huai Guan.
Maybe I'm wrong. I shouldn't work so hard.
But at that time, climbing on the wall, not desperately, means death, means the death of those brothers who follow behind.
Like him, ah Feng's face was dignified. She bit her teeth and rushed to the body silently. Two people inadvertently exchanged a look, both saw uneasiness and fear in each other's eyes.
After washing, they made sure that their bodies were no longer smelly. They put on the uniform black rolling red skirt knee length straight train short clothes. In order to show the unique military uniform, they were also instructed to wear tight and light leather jacket.
Ah Yun felt the fine cotton clothes on his body and tut tut exclaimed, "this dress is really soft and comfortable. It's so beautiful for me to wear for the first time."
A Feng, who passed by him, hummed coldly, "fool!"
……
At the celebration banquet organized by Wei Beihou, Cheng Qianye watched with great interest the ancient song and dance performances which were very novel to her, and tasted all kinds of delicious food at the banquet.
Around her are two young men with red lips and white teeth, one is LV Yao, the other is Xiao Xiu.
They are the personal attendants of gongziyu. They have a very close and unspeakable relationship with gongziyu. Gongziyu takes them with him wherever he goes.
So Cheng Chiba had to take it with him.
They attentively surrounded Cheng Chiba and looked at him with watery eyes. They were all alike, full of admiration and tenderness.
In Cheng Chiba's eyes, when Xiao Xiu looks at herself, she really exudes a rose red color that means love and love.
And the grey green that envelops LV Yao is helpless indeed.
So Cheng Qianye understands that Xiao Xiu is sincere in her relationship with her brother, while LV Yao is forced to commit herself.
Whether it's true or false, I don't need it. When can I get rid of them. Cheng Qianye thought in tears.
There are many beautiful maids and attendants shuttling through the banquet, serving food and wine among the nobles. If the guests take a fancy to the banquet, they will wave to wait on them, and often bring them back to their accounts after the banquet.
Hou huayuzhi of Northern Wei, Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yi, the king of Yunnan, were holding two beautiful Luan Chong in their arms. They had a good chat.
They classify Cheng Chiba as a person of the same kind who has the same hobby as themselves. They often share with Cheng Chiba yellow jokes, which makes Cheng Chiba very depressed.
Just then, five warriors in black armor and soap clothes came in. They bent down and knelt, folded their hands in front of each other, and kowtowed to the ground with their forehead. What they did was the kneeling ceremony of slaves.
Hua Yuzhi said to the crowd with a smile: "this is the slave under my command who has made great achievements this time. On the edge, that is the first warrior to climb the city wall. His name is mo Oh, yes, moqiao
Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head and kowtowed.
Cheng Qianye sat at the table and looked at this humble man. She was very surprised. In her eyes, this man was like a pure and transparent sapphire, with the pure and wide blue as the ocean, which was a charming color she had never seen before.Li Wenguang, the founder of the Allied forces, stood up, took the wine glass on the table and said, "although I am a slave, I have made great contributions to our allied forces in the first World War. I should personally propose a toast to you."
In the wine, everyone praised Li Wenguang for his courtesy to the virtuous corporal, and followed his example to give wine to several meritorious slaves.
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The man struggling back from the death line is more rough and crazy than usual.
At the moment, in the slave camp, screaming women can be seen everywhere, dragged into a dark corner by several men.
Sometimes not only women, but also young but weak men.
In this way, the slaves who escaped from the battlefield could release the emptiness after the killing and the remaining fear after dying.
Mo Qiao Sheng is no longer the weak child to bully. His martial arts skills honed in hellish training make the whole camp no longer dare to provoke him.
As he grew older, his body grew rougher and his arms grew rougher.
In addition to the waist a little thin, at the moment he did not cause any young man's appearance.
He felt that he had got rid of the fate of being bullied by men.
But he was still very disgusted and disgusted with this kind of behavior. He quickened his pace and just wanted to go back to the rest place quickly, have a good sleep and recover his almost exhausted physical strength.
"Sheng, this is your share." A slave who was in charge of distributing food knelt down in front of him.
Her lips were thick, her cheekbones prominent, her eyes small and not pretty.
But she's young, young and a woman. It's hard to find her here.
She was assigned to deliver food to centurions of slaves like mohashi, as well as herself, if the centurions needed it.
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at her, the girl lowered her head, cheeks with a little red, there is a girl's unique shy and gentle.
He took the dough from the slave.
The brownish yellow dough looks much better than the dark hard lumps eaten by ordinary slaves.
It's a kind of food that can only be enjoyed by slaves over Centurion. It's mixed with buckwheat and wild vegetables.
The slave did not dare to look up, her heart pounding.
Mo Qiao Sheng is not the most beautiful one among centurions. Ah Feng is the object that many female slaves yearn for.
However, responsible for the distribution of food, she knows that Qiao Sheng is the most gentle person.
Although a Feng is beautiful, she is too cruel. A cold face all the time, a temper that breaks out anytime and anywhere. As soon as you get close to him, it makes people tremble with fear.
Qiao Sheng doesn't seem to have a woman yet. I wish I could be his first woman, the slave thought.
Her hands slightly heavy, more than half a piece of brown cake, is mo Qiao Sheng break down in her hands.
But what she really expected didn't happen.
The young Centurion hobbled away with the rest of the food without even looking back at her.
Left with a small half piece of dough, she stood in the same place.
Mo Qiaosheng came to his own "territory", where there was a row of small spaces simply separated by wood chips and bamboo poles and ventilated on all sides. There was only one board in each compartment, piled with straw and a ragged quilt.
But it is a relatively private and personal space.
This is the "special honor" he won after several times of bloody struggle on the battlefield. So that he doesn't have to be like a beast, crowded with people, and many slaves to sleep in a mud circle.
Mo Qiao Sheng lay on his "bed" and broke off a small piece of flour cake, which was contained in his mouth, and let saliva slowly soften it.
The wound on his body is still bleeding, making him feel the constant loss of physical strength.
It's too painful, too tired. Sleep for a while. He closed his eyes.
Just a little bit of trance time, I feel someone wakes him up.
"Hashimoto, Hashimoto."
Moqiao life difficult to open his eyes, see living next door a Yun is calling him.
"Qiao Sheng, the master summoned us and said that he would give us a reward at the celebration banquet." A Yun said to him happily.
A Yun is the youngest of all centurions. He has not even got rid of his childishness, and his character is lively.
What is rare is that growing up in such a difficult environment, he is still a smiling man.
But once on the battlefield, he will instantly become a particularly fierce beast, charge a ring, he will not die forward.
On the back of his right hand, there was a ferocious scar, which made him the youngest Centurion.
Mo Qiao Sheng got up and walked out of the camp silently.
He didn't want to go to the party at all, but he had no right to refuse.
At the front is a Feng. Feng's face is quite beautiful among men, with narrow eyes and high nose. However, for slaves, both men and women, being beautiful didn't mean anything good.
Being beautiful and alive, and being a centurion only shows that he has paid more than others behind his back.He was as calm as Mo Qiao Sheng and walked silently.
"I don't know what the master will reward? Ah Jia, do you think it could be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time A Yun is imagining and licking his lips.
"I want to eat meat, too." Growing five big three thick, as strong as a bear, a Jia swallowed saliva.
"Don't dream. Your skin is tight in front of the master. If you don't eat the meat, you lose your life." The gray haired old man often interrupted them coldly.
The five people in the party were the biggest slaves. They either excited, or worried, or followed a servant beside their master to the camp where the Marquis of Weibei was.
The attendant took them to a water room, and each one handed out a brush and a spoon.
"Wash yourself clean, change into new clothes, there are many distinguished people at the banquet, don't lose face to the host." With a shrill voice, the attendant pointed to a stack of clothes of the same standard on the side.
Mo Qiao Sheng squatted on the ground, scooping up a spoonful of cold water and pouring it down from the top with a crash. The muddy and red sewage flows out from his body. The cold water stimulates his sleepy nerves. He feels a little heavy in his heart and vaguely feels that what he is about to face is not a good thing.
For slaves like them, no matter how much credit they have made, they can't be compared with the real generals. If they are lucky, they can get a piece of cooked meat, a piece of armor or a weapon as a merciful reward for their masters.
However, if you are not lucky and behave improperly, you may offend the Lord or some noble person, which is the disaster of killing.
What's more, their Lord, Wei Beihou
Mo Qiao Sheng splashed the whole bucket of water on his head. He didn't want to recall the obscene and abnormal behavior of the Lord when he first met Wei Bei Hou in Chu Huai Guan.
Maybe I'm wrong. I shouldn't work so hard.
But at that time, climbing on the wall, not desperately, means death, means the death of those brothers who follow behind.
Like him, ah Feng's face was dignified. She bit her teeth and rushed to the body silently. Two people inadvertently exchanged a look, both saw uneasiness and fear in each other's eyes.
After washing, they made sure that their bodies were no longer smelly. They put on the uniform black rolling red skirt knee length straight train short clothes. In order to show the unique military uniform, they were also instructed to wear tight and light leather jacket.
Ah Yun felt the fine cotton clothes on his body and tut tut exclaimed, "this dress is really soft and comfortable. It's so beautiful for me to wear for the first time."
A Feng, who passed by him, hummed coldly, "fool!"
……
At the celebration banquet organized by Wei Beihou, Cheng Qianye watched with great interest the ancient song and dance performances which were very novel to her, and tasted all kinds of delicious food at the banquet.
Around her are two young men with red lips and white teeth, one is LV Yao, the other is Xiao Xiu.
They are the personal attendants of gongziyu. They have a very close and unspeakable relationship with gongziyu. Gongziyu takes them with him wherever he goes.
So Cheng Chiba had to take it with him.
They attentively surrounded Cheng Chiba and looked at him with watery eyes. They were all alike, full of admiration and tenderness.
In Cheng Chiba's eyes, when Xiao Xiu looks at herself, she really exudes a rose red color that means love and love.
And the grey green that envelops LV Yao is helpless indeed.
So Cheng Qianye understands that Xiao Xiu is sincere in her relationship with her brother, while LV Yao is forced to commit herself.
Whether it's true or false, I don't need it. When can I get rid of them. Cheng Qianye thought in tears.
There are many beautiful maids and attendants shuttling through the banquet, serving food and wine among the nobles. If the guests take a fancy to the banquet, they will wave to wait on them, and often bring them back to their accounts after the banquet.
Hou huayuzhi of Northern Wei, Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yi, the king of Yunnan, were holding two beautiful Luan Chong in their arms. They had a good chat.
They classify Cheng Chiba as a person of the same kind who has the same hobby as themselves. They often share with Cheng Chiba yellow jokes, which makes Cheng Chiba very depressed.
Just then, five warriors in black armor and soap clothes came in. They bent down and knelt, folded their hands in front of each other, and kowtowed to the ground with their forehead. What they did was the kneeling ceremony of slaves.
Hua Yuzhi said to the crowd with a smile: "this is the slave under my command who has made great achievements this time. On the edge, that is the first warrior to climb the city wall. His name is mo Oh, yes, moqiao
Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head and kowtowed.
Cheng Qianye sat at the table and looked at this humble man. She was very surprised. In her eyes, this man was like a pure and transparent sapphire, with the pure and wide blue as the ocean, which was a charming color she had never seen before.Li Wenguang, the founder of the Allied forces, stood up, took the wine glass on the table and said, "although I am a slave, I have made great contributions to our allied forces in the first World War. I should personally propose a toast to you."
In the wine, everyone praised Li Wenguang for his courtesy to the virtuous corporal, and followed his example to give wine to several meritorious slaves.
The man struggling back from the death line is more rough and crazy than usual. At the moment, in the slave camp, screaming women can be seen everywhere, dragged into a dark corner by several men. Sometimes not only women, but also young but weak men. In this way, the slaves who escaped from the battlefield could release the emptiness after the killing and the remaining fear after dying. Mo Qiao Sheng is no longer the weak child to bully. His martial arts skills honed in hellish training make the whole camp no longer dare to provoke him. As he grew older, his body grew rougher and his arms grew rougher. In addition to the waist a little thin, at the moment he did not cause any young man's appearance. He felt that he had got rid of the fate of being bullied by men. But he was still very disgusted and disgusted with this kind of behavior. He quickened his pace and just wanted to go back to the rest place quickly, have a good sleep and recover his almost exhausted physical strength. "Sheng, this is your share." A slave who was in charge of distributing food knelt down in front of him. Her lips were thick, her cheekbones prominent, her eyes small and not pretty. But she's young, young and a woman. It's hard to find her here. She was assigned to deliver food to centurions of slaves like mohashi, as well as herself, if the centurions needed it. Mo Qiao Sheng looked at her, the girl lowered her head, cheeks with a little red, there is a girl's unique shy and gentle. He took the dough from the slave. The brownish yellow dough looks much better than the dark hard lumps eaten by ordinary slaves. It's a kind of food that can only be enjoyed by slaves over Centurion. It's mixed with buckwheat and wild vegetables. The slave did not dare to look up, her heart pounding. Mo Qiao Sheng is not the most beautiful one among centurions. Ah Feng is the object that many female slaves yearn for. However, responsible for the distribution of food, she knows that Qiao Sheng is the most gentle person. Although a Feng is beautiful, she is too cruel. A cold face all the time, a temper that breaks out anytime and anywhere. As soon as you get close to him, it makes people tremble with fear. Qiao Sheng doesn't seem to have a woman yet. I wish I could be his first woman, the slave thought. Her hands slightly heavy, more than half a piece of brown cake, is mo Qiao Sheng break down in her hands. But what she really expected didn't happen. The young Centurion hobbled away with the rest of the food without even looking back at her. Left with a small half piece of dough, she stood in the same place. Mo Qiaosheng came to his own "territory", where there was a row of small spaces simply separated by wood chips and bamboo poles and ventilated on all sides. There was only one board in each compartment, piled with straw and a ragged quilt. But it is a relatively private and personal space. This is the "special honor" he won after several times of bloody struggle on the battlefield. So that he doesn't have to be like a beast, crowded with people, and many slaves to sleep in a mud circle. Mo Qiao Sheng lay on his "bed" and broke off a small piece of flour cake, which was contained in his mouth, and let saliva slowly soften it. The wound on his body is still bleeding, making him feel the constant loss of physical strength. It's too painful, too tired. Sleep for a while. He closed his eyes. Just a little bit of trance time, I feel someone wakes him up. "Hashimoto, Hashimoto." Moqiao life difficult to open his eyes, see living next door a Yun is calling him. "Qiao Sheng, the master summoned us and said that he would give us a reward at the celebration banquet." A Yun said to him happily. A Yun is the youngest of all centurions. He has not even got rid of his childishness, and his character is lively. What is rare is that growing up in such a difficult environment, he is still a smiling man. But once on the battlefield, he will instantly become a particularly fierce beast, charge a ring, he will not die forward. On the back of his right hand, there was a ferocious scar, which made him the youngest Centurion. Mo Qiao Sheng got up and walked out of the camp silently. He didn't want to go to the party at all, but he had no right to refuse. At the front is a Feng. Feng's face is quite beautiful among men, with narrow eyes and high nose. However, for slaves, both men and women, being beautiful didn't mean anything good. Being beautiful and alive, and being a centurion only shows that he has paid more than others behind his back.He was as calm as Mo Qiao Sheng and walked silently. "I don't know what the master will reward? Ah Jia, do you think it could be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time A Yun is imagining and licking his lips. "I want to eat meat, too." Growing five big three thick, as strong as a bear, a Jia swallowed saliva. "Don't dream. Your skin is tight in front of the master. If you don't eat the meat, you lose your life." The gray haired old man often interrupted them coldly. The five people in the party were the biggest slaves. They either excited, or worried, or followed a servant beside their master to the camp where the Marquis of Weibei was. The attendant took them to a water room, and each one handed out a brush and a spoon. "Wash yourself clean, change into new clothes, there are many distinguished people at the banquet, don't lose face to the host." With a shrill voice, the attendant pointed to a stack of clothes of the same standard on the side. Mo Qiao Sheng squatted on the ground, scooping up a spoonful of cold water and pouring it down from the top with a crash. The muddy and red sewage flows out from his body. The cold water stimulates his sleepy nerves. He feels a little heavy in his heart and vaguely feels that what he is about to face is not a good thing. For slaves like them, no matter how much credit they have made, they can't be compared with the real generals. If they are lucky, they can get a piece of cooked meat, a piece of armor or a weapon as a merciful reward for their masters. However, if you are not lucky and behave improperly, you may offend the Lord or some noble person, which is the disaster of killing. What's more, their Lord, Wei Beihou Mo Qiao Sheng splashed the whole bucket of water on his head. He didn't want to recall the obscene and abnormal behavior of the Lord when he first met Wei Bei Hou in Chu Huai Guan. Maybe I'm wrong. I shouldn't work so hard. But at that time, climbing on the wall, not desperately, means death, means the death of those brothers who follow behind. Like him, ah Feng's face was dignified. She bit her teeth and rushed to the body silently. Two people inadvertently exchanged a look, both saw uneasiness and fear in each other's eyes. After washing, they made sure that their bodies were no longer smelly. They put on the uniform black rolling red skirt knee length straight train short clothes. In order to show the unique military uniform, they were also instructed to wear tight and light leather jacket. Ah Yun felt the fine cotton clothes on his body and tut tut exclaimed, "this dress is really soft and comfortable. It's so beautiful for me to wear for the first time." A Feng, who passed by him, hummed coldly, "fool!" At the celebration banquet organized by Wei Beihou, Cheng Qianye watched with great interest the ancient song and dance performances which were very novel to her, and tasted all kinds of delicious food at the banquet. Around her are two young men with red lips and white teeth, one is LV Yao, the other is Xiao Xiu. They are the personal attendants of gongziyu. They have a very close and unspeakable relationship with gongziyu. Gongziyu takes them with him wherever he goes. So Cheng Chiba had to take it with him. They attentively surrounded Cheng Chiba and looked at him with watery eyes. They were all alike, full of admiration and tenderness. In Cheng Chiba's eyes, when Xiao Xiu looks at herself, she really exudes a rose red color that means love and love. And the grey green that envelops LV Yao is helpless indeed. So Cheng Qianye understands that Xiao Xiu is sincere in her relationship with her brother, while LV Yao is forced to commit herself. Whether it's true or false, I don't need it. When can I get rid of them. Cheng Qianye thought in tears. There are many beautiful maids and attendants shuttling through the banquet, serving food and wine among the nobles. If the guests take a fancy to the banquet, they will wave to wait on them, and often bring them back to their accounts after the banquet. Hou huayuzhi of Northern Wei, Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yi, the king of Yunnan, were holding two beautiful Luan Chong in their arms. They had a good chat. They classify Cheng Chiba as a person of the same kind who has the same hobby as themselves. They often share with Cheng Chiba yellow jokes, which makes Cheng Chiba very depressed. Just then, five warriors in black armor and soap clothes came in. They bent down and knelt, folded their hands in front of each other, and kowtowed to the ground with their forehead. What they did was the kneeling ceremony of slaves. Hua Yuzhi said to the crowd with a smile: "this is the slave under my command who has made great achievements this time. On the edge, that is the first warrior to climb the city wall. His name is mo Oh, yes, moqiao Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head and kowtowed. Cheng Qianye sat at the table and looked at this humble man. She was very surprised. In her eyes, this man was like a pure and transparent sapphire, with the pure and wide blue as the ocean, which was a charming color she had never seen before.Li Wenguang, the founder of the Allied forces, stood up, took the wine glass on the table and said, "although I am a slave, I have made great contributions to our allied forces in the first World War. I should personally propose a toast to you." In the wine, everyone praised Li Wenguang for his courtesy to the virtuous corporal, and followed his example to give wine to several meritorious slaves.
