"It's over, it's all over, it's over, it's all over...," a Chu Country refugee farr muttered in despair at the scene before him.
He had just been escorted across a wooden bridge amidst a dense crowd of people, into the territory of the Great Tang Kingdom, where he was greeted by this frightening sight.
Everyone was lined up in a long queue, one after the other like criminals, being directed by soldiers wielding weapons, then queuing up to get their hair cut...
That terrifying kind of haircut! All n were required to have their long hair tidied up—those barbers were like madn, shearing a person's head clean in just a few strokes.
He swore he had never had his hair cut like this in his entire life, to him, the process seed more like a landlord's sheep shearing than a haircut.
Not to ntion after the haircut, they were also arranged to soak in scalding hot water, just as if they were pigs being scalded in the village for hair removal. In his eyes, they were about to be butchered and turned into buns, or directly eaten!
He really wanted to run away and resist, but he just didn't dare—because soone had already tried it.
On both sides of them were strings of thin iron wire, seemingly fragile with small barbs on them, frighteningly sharp.
Soone had just freaked out from the scene of being "boiled alive" and tried to climb over those fragile iron wire loops to escape, only to end up hanging on them.
It was a gruesoly hopeless and desperate struggle, a person hanging on the barbed wire wailing for rcy, bleeding and blurring the more they struggled, unable to extricate themselves from the wire that resembled spider silk. In the end, so soldiers helped him down.
When he was finally taken down, the person only had the energy to moan, covered with dense wounds. So areas had been torn repeatedly, which was chilling to the onlookers.
Having been a soldier himself and now over fifty years old, he closely examined the bloodstained wire and was so frightened that he gasped.
It seed soft, but it left no leverage for the victim. Once caught, you couldn't tear or break free, and the barbs would dig into the flesh, incredibly vicious.
What was more terrifying was that because it was not stressed, it was also difficult to cut with an axe or sword, proving harder to climb over than a wall.
The disadvantage seed to be that such material was incredibly expensive, requiring a large amount of steel, sothing ordinary people would not use on a large scale.
But when this old farr looked at the endless iron wire fence, he sighed deeply, wondering what terrible place he had co to.
In the end, he had no choice but to stand before a huge wooden barrel, despondently monitored by a soldier, and get in.
It was indeed scalding hot water; the mont he entered the barrel, he felt as though he was being boiled alive. However, after a burst of stinging pain, a long-lost sense of relief followed. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
Hair clippings floated on the surface of the water in the barrel. After soaking for a few minutes, he was finally allowed to stand up, then he walked, bare-bottod, out of the barrel and awkwardly towards the next checkpoint.
Here there were only n, so everyone was stark naked, so skeletal with only skin and bones, and so still muscular and robust.
Following the crowd, the first stop was a stall full of underpants. Everyone was required to put on a pair, then take another pair, and continue to follow the flow of people.
After receiving two pairs of underpants, the old farr who had been a soldier finally breathed a sigh of relief: no one would issue underpants to livestock destined for shearing and slaughter, so it seed they still had a chance to live.
Following the crowd to the next checkpoint, everyone received a new pair of trousers! This ca as a shock to everyone.
They had just fled to the Great Tang Kingdom, and without having done anything yet, each person was given a pair of trousers—such an imnse kindness!
Those who received trousers continued on their way and each got a jacket, and by then, everyone started to look proper—back in Chu Country, they never had the chance to wear such decent clothing.
Over there, if they had a piece of clothing with just a few patches, that was already considered quite good.
But now, they were washed clean and dressed in brand new clothes. Although everyone wore the sa, the quality of the clothes seed genuinely good.
What excited them even more was that the clothes had pockets on each side, allowing them to store the underpants they had received.
In the distance, there was a faint sound of soone shouting, and further away, thick smoke billowed, a clear sign that sothing was being burned.
Only when they got closer could they see clearly that old clothes, rags, blankets, and shoes that had just been stripped from them were being incinerated.
All of these items seed to be burned away like a plague, as if the Great Tang Kingdom refused to allow any broken or worn items within its borders.
Continuing forward, they could finally hear what was being shouted: "Answer the questions carefully later! Do not withhold any information! This will affect the quality of your future life! And the amount of supplies you will receive!"
"Answer the questions properly later! Don't hide anything! This will affect the quality of your future life and the amount of supplies you can get!" After the old farr took a few steps forward, soone else with a gaphone repeated the announcent.
Soon, he saw his own daughter, who was also wearing the sa set of clothes as he was. When they had just been separated, they both thought they would never see each other again, but unexpectedly, they were reunited here.
"Do you know him?" a female soldier gripping a gun grabbed the old farr's daughter and asked loudly, "Make sure you're certain!"
There were too many people here, everywhere families hugging, weeping, and rejoicing their reunions, making the place as noisy as a vegetable market.
"He's my father!" the daughter shouted excitedly.
"I'm her dad! I'm her dad!" the old farr also shouted.
The female soldier let go, waved her arm, and motioned for them to keep walking forward. Then another male soldier stepped aside to clear the path and quickly stopped another person.
The not-so-large clearing was filled with people searching for their family mbers, but all this seed to no longer concern the old farr and his daughter.
By then, the road had clearly widened a lot, families huddled together, afraid of separation, and walked forward with extra caution.
They soon passed the first fork. By the gap in the wire netting, a soldier was shouting non-stop, "Those who can read, co this way! Anyone who can write, please co over!"
Almost no one stayed here. Although the old farr could write a few characters, he could not really be considered literate, so he continued walking forward.
After only a few steps, he heard soone yelling, "Blacksmiths! Those who understand tallurgy and have skills, co over here!"
The old farr saw a robust man with his family stopping here. After a brief conversation, this family was allowed to walk down that fork.
"Those who know how to farm, co this way!" Soon, after passing several forks, the old farr heard soone loudly asking for "farrs"—a word sensitive to him.
He raised his hand and shouted, "! I can farm!"
In his mind, he was sure he would be allocated to a landlord's property, becoming the landlord's slave, working the land for a lifeti.
But he really thought too much.
He and his daughter were quickly assigned to a barrack, which seed to have been previously occupied by the border army of Zheng Country. Although only curtains separated the spaces, at least they were settled down, followed by a 10-day quarantine for disease prevention.
There they had two als a day, rice and flour-based dishes they wouldn't have dared to dream of before. This quality of life was beyond their past expectations.
Previously, he only allowed himself two als a day during the busy farming seasons, and his lean and gaunt daughter used to have only one al a day.
It wasn't just his family that lived like this; in Chu Country, it was common for won in ordinary families to have only one al a day.
Every day, soone sprayed unpleasant disinfectant in the camp, and without tiring, people confird each person's skills. Won were repeatedly asked whether they were willing to learn skills like textile work, while n were repeatedly confird on their willingness to join the national defense reserves.
When everyone thought these Tang People had gone mad, they were dispersed in groups and placed in various locations.
Only then did the old farr realize that what had been repeatedly confird before truly affected their future lives.
He and his daughter were arranged to work on a farm, given their own small log cabin. They were then allocated a field that was neither good nor bad, and received well-crafted farming tools.
The next morning, an elder familiar with farming ca with seeds to check if the newcors really knew how to farm and to allocate seeds and assign tasks.
After the elder confird that the old farr was indeed skilled in farming, he left behind plenty of seeds, along with ten days of rations, and departed.
This was the farm's rule, providing a maximum of ten days of rations to prevent newcors from fleeing with the food.
After more than a month of turmoil and over thirty days of fear, the old farr from Chu Country finally eased his mind.
Because his water jar at the door was now filled, and beside his plank bed leaned a bag of grain!
The last ti his jar was full and there was rice under the hall was ten years ago. Back then, his wife was still alive, and he could still lift the heavy Shireck Flintlock Gun...
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