Tangshan didn't like to talk much. He was betrayed by his biological father, and he was completely caught off guard and didn't expect it. His outlook on life was completely shattered.

He works hard at what he does every day, hoping that one day he can be promoted to a warrior and make his father regret it.

Tang Shan lowered his head and silently followed the veteran, not looking at the jealous eyes of his companions, and missed a place not far away. Yuan Wense and Di Lin stood in a more conspicuous place and observed the situation outside the city.

Neither party saw the other, they just passed each other in the sea of ​​people.

The canteen is an open-air shed, surrounded by half-meter-high railings, with a tattered grass roof above, and dozens of tables in the middle.

The old soldier and Tangshan each carried a huge rice bowl, and there were snow-white and soft steamed buns in their cloth pockets.

Veterans, three meals a day and a glass of wine in the evening.

All the cannon fodder recruits want to follow the veterans and eat well, including white steamed buns, white porridge, vegetables and meat, and still be full.

Those who eat two meals in the cannon fodder camp can receive one before going to work and after being laid off.

Cannon fodder recruits are also divided into two types.

Those who are strong enough to go on the battlefield will be given two large black steamed buns and a bowl of wild vegetables that are no better than dishwater. Those who are strong enough to fight may also be given a white-flour steamed bun every now and then.

Although this amount is not small, after six hours of intense physical exertion, these are really not enough.

The other one is the group of haggard old cannon fodders in the distance, squatting under the wall, holding an empty rice bowl. The half spoonful of washing water in it has been drunk long ago, hoping that the passing soldiers can give some charity.

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The old artillerymen had messy hair, unkempt beards, and dull eyes.

He was drafted to Tiger Roar City to participate in the defensive battle. Because of his old age, he could not directly participate in the battle and could only do some transportation work.

Porters are even more miserable than cannon fodder. Since the natives attacked the city, all transportation inside and outside has been cut off. The food in the city is getting less and less, and it can only be given to the most urgent people first.

The young cannon fodder directly fights against the natives. If starvation leads to lack of physical strength, it may only take a matter of minutes for the natives to break through the city. Therefore, in principle, they should be fed. A few large black-faced steamed buns a day may not be very filling.

But at least we can make do with it.

But the porters were not so lucky.

Sometimes when carrying strategic supplies for a day, they would only be given a spoonful of soup and water of unknown contents, which even a child would not be able to eat enough.

Tangshan and the veteran walked through the ragged crowd together, preparing to find an empty table for dinner.

An old cannon fodder suddenly stood up, something like a flame flashed in his gray eyes, as if a person about to drown had grabbed a life-saving straw, exerted all his strength, and moved his heavy legs towards Tangshan.

Remove...

"Tang Shan'er, son, is that you?" came an old voice.

Tang Shan looked at his father with disgust. Although now is the time when he needs his relatives the most, he still cannot forgive Tang Xianzu for what he did.

Tang Shan even believed that when he came to this precarious Tiger Roaring City, it was extremely filial for him to hold back his hatred and revenge on his father.

Being in the same Huxiao City and eating in the same area, Tang Shan actually discovered each other earlier than Tang Xianzu.

In just half a month, Tang Xianzu aged twenty years, from a strong middle-aged man to a frail old man.
Chapter completed!