Sure enough, as soon as the convoy approached, Ma Hu took him to a rickshaw, pointed to a wooden cart that only one person pushed, and said, "You push the cart with him."

Mochen sighed inwardly, as expected, but now he has no choice. There is no human rights in this era. If you obey and obey the arrangements, you can just say. If you push yourself, you can make excuses and you can chop yourself up. In this era, people die every day, women disappear every day, and no one will find justice for an unknown person.

After Ma Hu said that, he ignored Mochen and turned around and walked to the front of the team, leading the team away without even looking at Mochen again.

Mochen was helpless, but he didn't expect that he would come to this era and was the first stop of his journey to be a cart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It turns out that it's hard to travel!"

He stuffed his clothes into his belt, made a big stride, and pushed the wooden cart hard. Well, Mochen pushed him and found something was wrong. Although the car was big and there were many sacks, it was really heavy! He didn't understand that it was such a long road and the road was not easy to walk on, so why did these people persist for so long? Isn't it tired after rushing for so long?

Mochen pushed a while, and after a while, he found that the soldiers were not paying attention to them. He couldn't help but look at the strong man who worked with him and pushed a cart.

I couldn't help but say that the strong man was really a strong man, about 1.89 meters tall, taller than him, and strong body. When he pushed the wooden cart, his muscles were convex and shaped, with blood vessels one by one, full of explosive power.

"Hey, my name is Mochen. What do you call this brother? Are you also a strong man who was forced to be recruited?" Mochen asked curiously.

The strong man turned his head and showed a honest and honest smile, saying, "You think I am? My name is Erniu. I didn't force me to recruit. When this team passed by our village, he said there was a shortage of manpower. As long as the young and strong man was willing, he could go to the military camp with them, and I would come with him."

"Uh? If you want to enter the army, why don't you register when you recruit soldiers? You have to come here to push a cart to join the army?" Mochen said inexplicably. Although many people don't want to join the army, because they are afraid of death, the death rate in the army is very high. After a war, it may be normal for more than half of the casualties or even the entire army is wiped out.

However, things have two sides. There are also many poor people, especially those strong young people. Most of them have a heroic dream and make achievements. The army is a very good way.

Although this is normal and understandable, can’t you register when you want to join the army?

Erniu scratched his head and said, "Our village is very remote and it is difficult to enter the city, so..."

Mochen knew what was going on before Erniu could finish his words, but he also felt that if Erniu didn't enter the army, it would be useless for his muscles to be in vain.

"Brother, you were also forced into it?" the young man in front of him suddenly asked.

Mochen looked up and noticed a young man. After all, that young man was thin, but he was very energetic.

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes! I was originally a hunter in the mountain village. When I came back from hunting, I happened to meet this grain transport team. I was already standing aside and waiting for the grain transport team to go first. As a result, a few people came out of the team. I insisted that I was a bandit spy. If I wanted to prove my innocence, I had to follow the team, otherwise I would be a bandit."

Mo Chen Ran, there is such an operation? But when I think of myself, it's not the same? So I don't feel strange.

Although they were talking, the soldiers did not stop them, so they chatted and walked along the way. Because there was Erniu's main force, Mochen was not very tired. As for the young man who pulled the cart, through chatting, he knew that the young man who pulled the cart was named Monkey, well, a very rustic name. Through these days, he found that ordinary people in this era were very casually named.

On the winding dirt road, there were chariots and trolleys transporting military food, plants and trolleys. The military armored swords stood solemnly, and a faint cold light shone on the sharp blade, which was intimidating.

Along the way, it was very peaceful. Even though there were many bandits in this era, there were no bandits who dared to intercept the truth. Not to mention the team of hundreds of people, the soldiers wearing armor alone made the bandits dare not cross the pond half a step.

After seven or eight days of travel, Mochen and his party arrived at their destination, but it was not a city camp, but a temporary military camp at the foot of the mountain.

Mochen and the unlucky guys who were accompanying the coachman were taken to a place. They were several simple large tents with three wooden beds twenty-tall high above the ground. They were just very big. From the door of the big tent to the innermost, one on both sides and one in the middle, not to mention that this is a place for them to sleep and rest.

In fact, it is better to say it is a wooden bed than a pile of wood. The whole thing is tied together with a few trees to form a pile of wood that is 1.8 meters wide. There are a few more wood underneath. The front of the wood is too lazy to even cut it flat. Some of them are even seen on top of it, which makes everyone speechless. The conditions here are too bad! The difference is not a little bit.
Chapter completed!