"Baga...you traitor..."

Amid the scolding, a sword-drawing team member rushed up and punched Shimazu Dairo in the face, and his left eye suddenly hit a black-eyed green! Shimazu Dairo could obviously avoid it, but he didn't move any more.

There were also a few soldiers who rushed up and beat him up like crazy. In a short while, Shimazu Daro was knocked down on the straw mat. He allowed his comrades to kick and beat him, and he would not fight back or fight back!

"Enough! Don't beat him... He has to be tried in a military court if he is guilty. We have no right to punish him!" Some soldiers couldn't bear to see that they were going to die, so they quickly went over and pulled everyone away.

I had a friend who was a friend who was thinking of Shimazu Dairo on weekdays, and tears of grief and anger flowed over and over again, "Why? Why are you?"

At this time, Shimazu Dairo struggled to sit up, looking at no one around and sighed, "The task of restraining the bones of the dead is a chore. No one wants to do it, but chores also have great benefits!"

"The Buddha is here, and such a task is to truly accumulate virtue and do good deeds! If we Chinese people do it, the people's hearts will not be invisible. Isn't our Chinese people's reputation for benevolence and righteousness in our hands?"

"The head of state will sooner or later run this continent. So what if we win the hearts of the people for the head of state in advance?"

"You said this armor piece is top secret? In fact, it is not the case, even if Prince Gong and the others learn it, they will not be able to promote it!"

"Because this kind of equipment is about industrial production capacity and strong financial resources... If you cannot carry out large-scale industrial production, the cost of these armored pieces will be so high that the Qing Dynasty will be unbearable!"

"Look at this battlefield, just like the Qing Dynasty's war situation that ignored human lives. Just this way of fighting, do you say they care about human lives, can you invest money in this?"

"They don't care about the life or death of ordinary soldiers. I dare to assert that these armor pieces are only used by these officials in the end!"

"So, composite armor pieces are always handicrafts in the hands of the Qing Dynasty! And only in the hands of our Chinese people can they be truly large-scale industrial products!"

"The gap is here, not a simple formula... What's the mystery of this formula? It's just window paper. In the future, they will find one or two fragments from the battlefield, and they will understand it with a little analysis!"

"It's better to change a favor and complete our mission!"

"You guys hate me, of course I know why... After you return to Naha, you can sue me in the military court. It doesn't matter!"

"But at this moment, I still need everyone to work together! It is a very difficult task to constrain more than 10,000 corpses in seven days. I can't do it alone!"

"Please!" Shimazu Dairo bowed down to his brothers with a serious posture, pressing his forehead low on the straw mat.

Speaking of this, people were helpless to hate him, so they could only recruit civilians according to the established plan!

There were some disaster victims in the rebel camp. The strong and strong young rebel officers would definitely not let go and would expect them to go to war in the future. Daro Shimazu had to search for the elderly, women and half of the children.

A big-footed woman, an old man who can move, a flexible half-baby... When he saw these Chinese soldiers carrying Amitabha Buddha's flag coming, he fell to his knees like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

This Shura hell-like day, besides the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who are spiritual hopes, who can they place their hopes on?

Are these emperors, generals and ministers? Are these Eight Banners officers? They are all demons who eat human flesh and drink human blood!

"Amitabha! Amitabha... The military master will take me there. I can work. Don't look at me as old as I am. I will be a good player in farming at home. I can move and resist..."

"Mr. Jun. Take me away... My foot is not bound by my foot. Big feet are from all over the country. Do whatever you want me to do..."

People know that there is hope for survival in front of them. It is better to restrain corpses than to fight for life. They all kneel down and ask for it in a row.

A Chinese soldier was surrounded by hundreds of disaster victims, and the rebel officers were watching coldly not far away.

Once they found that young and strong victims were secretly in and kneeling down, they rushed over and took it out and beat him up, "Damn it! Don't want to fight for the Emperor Long live? They actually wanted to go out and be lazy. Do you want to surrender to the Chinese people?"

"Thut him twenty whips... Let the people behind him have a long memory!"

The scene was getting more and more chaotic, and these Chinese soldiers were slashing their heads in a hurry, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry... Prince Gong only allows us to recruit 1,000 people, I really can't use so many of you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." The people of Fusang would bow. At this moment, they could only bow and apologize when facing the overwhelming disaster victims. No one knew how to refuse these disaster victims who were struggling to survive!

In the chaos, an older person suddenly got into trouble. "June has the hardships of Junye... It's useless for us to ask!"

"Listen to my advice... This thief, God, is going to take lives. We are all short-lived ghosts and will not live long!"

"There is only one thousand places. Give this opportunity to survive to the child... Jun Ye, you are kind and take the child away. We kowtow to you!"

Everyone wants to survive, but everyone knows that it is impossible to survive! Who is given a thousand places to avoid death? Everyone hopes to have themselves in it, but it is impossible. How can we save everyone under the eyes of the rebels!

Let’s give your child a way out!

The scene was silent for a moment, and then there was a chaotic situation. Half of the young and teenagers in the crowd were pushed out, and many children were reluctant to leave their parents and were reluctant to leave.

In the past, the kind mother slapped her in the face, and the corners of her son's mouth were broken!

"Damn it! Bastard...get out! Are you staying by my side and waiting to die? Live... Leave the incense for our family! Get out..."

The mother howled and cried bitterly, and the teenager also cried. The old man around her advised, "Child... go... don't look back, it's all ghosts when you look back!"

"Follow Jun Ye, they will save your lives in the end! Remember your mother's slap and live well in the future!"

There were crying everywhere, and the children were pushed out by the elderly one by one. At this time, the sword-drawing team members were surrounded by teenage children!

Some mother even secretly stuffed her six or seven-year-old child in!

This catastrophe on earth had long been eliminated by the children who were too young, and the babies could not survive in the disaster year. Children over 18 were all identified as young and strong by the rebels!

In other words, Shimazu Dairo can only choose this group of children aged seven or eight to around fifteen or sixteen!

"What should I do if this... this is all children, I can't work..." Some soldiers said helplessly.

"Mr.... can work, can work...you should treat them as animals, can carry, resist, and pull carts..."

"Please take them away...they can work! Besides, they are all good at farming and have learned their apprentices!"

Shimazu Dairo frowned when he saw everything in front of him, "Forget it... accept it! We can't watch the children die!"

"But...but there are too many children. It's almost two thousand children. The Japanese devils will give us a 1,000 quota. What should we do?" The team members around him stomped their feet in a hurry.
Chapter completed!