Traitor's Loyal Dog Quest [Rebirth]

Chapter 8

How many people get a chance to start all over again, but they can make their situation worse?

Jiang Yun sat alone in the cell, curled up on the bed, with his head buried in his knees.

Maybe he shouldn't be blindly confident, and if he wasn't trying to please Andre, then he wouldn't be sitting at that table.

If he immediately refused Andre's help at the second meeting, he would not have encountered Princess Ilsa at the window.

Then he wouldn't hit Logo's knife edge.

But if he didn't try to sneak into the enemy's interior, what should he do?

Pray for His Royal Highness Luo Ge to show mercy and let him go back as in the previous life?

Can Chu State tolerate him?

Mr. Jiang has made countless enemies in the court, and being ransacked is only the first step. Even if Jiang Yun can punish the group of officials who are sparse in the first place, it will not be able to resolve the emperor's deep-seated resentment towards the Jiang family.

If he just returned to Da Chu like this, he would not live to be a subjugated slave.

The knot on the wrist was faintly hot, burning his heart like a raging fire.

Why is God the only one who is so harsh on him?

I began to wonder if it was my fault, whether it was because he was neither loyal to Da Chu nor Di Xing in his heart, and everything he did was for his own life and dignity, so God judged that a person like him was not qualified alive?

People in pain are prone to self-doubt and blame themselves for their sins, so that they can convince themselves that they deserve what they deserve, and accept their fate without being so wronged and unwilling.

The cell door was pushed open with a creak, and the guard stood at the door shouting, urging him to get up and go to work in the field.

Jiang Yun curled up on the bed but did not move.

The guard was surprised: "Are you fucking deaf?" He strode into the room, went to the bedside and raised his fist, only to see Jiang Yun slowly raised his hand towards him, holding a coin in his palm, with the eagle face up.

Jiang Yun still lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not feeling well, please forgive me, Mr. Jun."

The guard looked back at the door vigilantly, then turned his head again, and said reluctantly: "A sick person is here? What a fucking bad luck!"

He cursed and took the coin, unbuttoned the two clothes buttons, put the money in his inner pocket, straightened his clothes and walked out, locking the cell door.

Ilsa's soldiers are not difficult to deal with, and they seldom demand bribes.

Because they have strict military discipline, asking for bribes and causing major troubles is a capital offense. Unlike the desperadoes in the prison, they are unwilling to fight for a small piece of flesh, so they always give as much as they want, basically a "voluntary transaction".

Jiang Yun thought about using the money he got from shining shoes to bribe the officers on the school grounds. He might enter the school grounds for training, so how could he value a few coins?

What's even more ridiculous is that he changed three deduction methods to calculate his own fortune, and the results of the divination were all "auspicious".

God helped Dixing get rid of his scourge, so is it auspicious?

It's ridiculous and sad.

After the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, Fengzi came back from work, and asked Jiang Yun excitedly: "Military teacher! Why didn't you go to work? Did you get left behind by the nobles of Ilsa again?"

The other three men lay on the bed in good order, staring at Jiang Yun from the corner of their eyes.

The tall man even deliberately asked Jiang Yun if he was tired. There was awe in his eyes, and a trace of jealousy that was hard to hide.

Jiang Yun remained silent and pale.

Fengzi didn't know what happened, and Jiang Yun couldn't get a response no matter how he asked, so he had to wait.

After nightfall, he got out of bed and gently covered Jiang Yun with a quilt.

"Fengzi." Jiang Yun suddenly took Fengzi's hand pulling the quilt.

In the darkness, all the men in the room pricked up their ears.

"I'm going to the school ground to be a training partner tomorrow. If I can't come back, a colonel from Ilsa may come to inquire in a few days. Please tell him for me that I was sent to another camp. I left a message before I left. Tell him not to look for me again."

After all, the two encounters with the prince were directly and indirectly caused by Andre.

Life and death are fate, although Jiang Yun is not too kind, but he doesn't want a person who sincerely helps him to feel guilty because he lost his life.

The room was so quiet that breathing could be heard, Fengzi recovered from the shock, almost screamed, and covered her mouth tightly with her hands.

The men in the room were devastated. Although they were jealous of Jiang Yun's ability, they also had selfish intentions, hoping that Jiang Yun could curry favor with the nobles and let them get a little bit of glory. They didn't ask for less work, but only for less beatings in the future.

Unexpectedly, this useless military division has not had a good time for a few days, and his own life is about to be lost.

The men panicked in their hearts, as if they had picked up a piece of silver, and after they figured out how to spend it, they lost it on the road.

After a sleepless night and before dawn, Fengzi and the others got up and went out to start a day's work.

Jiang Yun was still curled up on the bunk, the sparring partner didn't have to go too early, the officers didn't get up until dawn.

There are still [-] survival tricks circling in my mind.

Should all the rest of the money be spent bribing the guards to inform Andre or the princess of his danger?

But this method has little hope. Jiang Yun is familiar with the strict hierarchy of the concentration camp. The guards can only report to their superiors. There are at least five or six military ranks between them and the colonel.

How can five coins be enough if you want to bribe one level at a time?

As for conveying it to the princess, that was a fantasy. In the entire camp, only Luo Ge could receive her at will, and others could only wait for her summoning.

There is another bigger question, which I dare not even think about in the bottom of my heart-even if they know their situation, how likely are they to stand up for him?

The one who issued this order was Ilsa's prince.

The school yard is located in the northeast of the concentration camp, passing through the crowded and cramped alleys between the camps, with towering brick walls on both sides.

Jiang Yun was on the way to be escorted, and turned left at the seventh intersection.

Suddenly, an unpleasant smell hit his face. He raised his head and saw a grass shed not far away that raised chickens and ducks. Among the chickens and ducks on the ground, there were five or six strange prisoners of war.

The prisoners of war knelt in a pile of straw stained with chicken manure, buried their faces in the foul-smelling chicken coop, and carefully repaired the mudstone pool and the fence of the chicken coop.

The soldiers escorting Jiang Yun covered their noses in disgust, urging them to leave as if they were driving livestock.

Those prisoners lying in the chicken manure quietly looked up at Jiang Yun, knowing that he was a prisoner who was going to be sent to the school ground to die, and there was pity and luck in his eyes—pity that these prisoners of war who were training partners were about to die, and luckily he was still alive Fix this stinking chicken coop.

The look in their eyes is heart-wrenching.

At this moment, Jiang Yun suddenly no longer feared death so much - what place is more like hell than here?

Feeling lucky to be living in a dunghill, is such a painful fate really worth continuing?

This thought made Jiang Yun's thinking suddenly fall into an unprecedented confusion, so that when he stepped into the school grounds, he was not beaten severely because of fear and wailing like the other prisoners of war.

Jiang Yun followed the guide soldiers onto the training platform expressionlessly.

In the open field about seven feet square, three or five officers stood in the center, wearing black training uniforms, with leather protective bandages tied to their limbs, until they reached the elbows and knees.

The prisoners of war corresponding to them stood like soft sandbags, tripped over and over again, folded their arms, and fell over their shoulders...

No one dared to cry out in pain, that would only result in more violent fists and kicks.

Like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, several officers sitting in the corner spotted Jiang Yun.

One of the bearded officers was the first to stand up. While exercising his muscles, he walked towards the center of the training platform.

After standing still, he turned sideways and waved in Jiang Yun's direction, mocking and murderous.

The surrounding prisoners of war instantly retreated as if hiding from the plague, leaving Jiang Yun standing alone.

Jiang Yun swallowed, his numb expression became tense, he subconsciously looked to both sides, hoping that the unlucky one chosen was not himself.

The instinct to survive made him look selfish and despicable even after he decided to die, and he couldn't even be a hero in the end.

The guard behind him pushed him forward violently, he staggered forward two steps, raised his head, and the bearded officer not far away met his eyes, the excited eyes seemed to want to bite off a piece of his flesh.

Jiang Yun's heart was beating violently on his chest, his feet seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and he felt that all his weaknesses were exposed in the pair of terrifying eyes on the opposite side.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into my ears.

Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she eagerly turned her head to follow the prestige——

-

It was too late to wait for Jiang Yun to enter the camp, and Qi Ye asked the jailer several times, but all he got was sarcasm and teasing.

Just three days ago, the jailer who teased Qi Ye one after another, accidentally swallowed half of his front teeth in one gulp, knelt down in front of the iron gate and retched, with blood from his nose staining his front.

That front tooth was broken by Master Qi.

Three or five jailers swarmed up, and they were all beaten up by Master Qi until they understood the profound connotation of the word "number one prisoner of war", and they no longer dared to seek their own death.

They directly reported to the chief, wanting to ask their superiors for instructions to execute this dangerous element in the camp.

When the superior officer learned that Qi Ye had paralyzed six armed guards with his bare hands, his curiosity outweighed his anger, and he urgently summoned this "man of God".

When Qi Ye was interrogated, his hands and feet were dragged in shackles, his clothes were ragged, his wide chin was covered by messy stubble, and it spread to his temples, making his eyes bright and bright, like the leader of a beggar on the roadside.

Dozens of jailers around were holding their long knives tightly.

The officer looked at this sloppy Han man for a long time, but he didn't believe how capable he was, so he asked this "beggar" to show his skills again.

Seventh Master nodded.

The officer had his shackles removed.

Qi Ye shook his head, and said expressionlessly: "If you do this, you can also fight."

The officer cheered up and remained silent for a long time. He smiled with great interest, and turned his head to order the soldiers who were ready to go forward to fight.

As a result, there was no suspense, and the soldiers fell down.

Qi Ye conquered the military officers with the skill of Da Chu's "No. [-] general", and was regarded as a talent, sent to the school, and became a boxing instructor.

-

Jiang Yun couldn't believe his eyes——

The person wearing the costume of an Ilsa warrior who jumped up from the stage and walked towards him quickly turned out to be Qiye!

"Come here, and follow me to demonstrate a few new moves." Qi Ye suppressed the excitement of reuniting with the military master, and pretended to be cold, trying to rescue Jiang Yun from the tiger's mouth.

Jiang Yun clenched his fists tightly, nervous and excited, looking at the bearded officer from the corner of his eye, the guy obviously showed dissatisfaction on his face——

A humble and lowly prisoner of war dared to snatch the "sandbag" from him, did he really regard himself as a teacher?