The large army left the ruins and then marched towards Gwangju. The Japanese Yamaguchi Group occupied Gyeongju and Busan, while many local forces in South Korea were squeezed to the north.

Song Beichuan led his troops to walk inland until he arrived at the foot of a mountain. He felt that the scenery was beautiful, so he took a break here.

At this time, soldiers from the Hidden Army came to report.

"A temple was found ahead."

Song Beichuan nodded and asked, "Did you see any signs of someone having been active?"

The soldier said, "There are only a few monks left inside, all of whom have turned into zombies!"

After sitting down for a few minutes, I heard such a place to shelter from the wind and rain. I immediately stood up and said to everyone: "Comrades, are you tired after walking so far?"

These soldiers dare to say they are tired, aren’t they asking for trouble, and they say, “Not tired!”

"Bad! How can you not be tired!" Song Beichuan smiled at everyone and said, "There is a temple in front of you. When you arrive at the place to cook, go! Brothers!"

He was very easy-going in front of the soldiers, but he was not without his majesty. No soldier below didn't like Song Beichuan. He had heard of his legendary stories and knew that the cruel things he had done could hide bombs in people's mouths, but no one thought that this person was crazy because he was indeed thinking about this group all the time.

A group of soldiers escorted the prisoners and walked behind them. Those who were not escorted the prisoners ran forward and came to the temple first.

There seems to be no big difference between the temples in South Korea and the Qing Dynasty. They are all styles from the Tang Dynasty, with the same Buddhist gateway and a solemn style.

Song Beichuan personally does not believe in Buddhism. He does not want his soldiers to believe in Buddhism. Making the soldiers compassionate is cruel to them. They should be simple, know whose orders they obey, and stab the sharp knife in their hands unswervingly at whose body.

When the troops first stepped into this place, several zombies wearing monk's uniforms appeared in the temple. These zombies had their heads, twisted their bodies, and slowly walked towards everyone. When the soldiers saw this scene, they were completely awakened.

How can there be gods and Buddhas in this world?

Even my own believers cannot protect me? Whose God is this? Whose Buddha is this!

After all, gods and Buddhas are just a drug created by humans!

Common medicines treat the human body.

And the healing of gods and Buddhas is the human heart, the empty and helpless heart. When gods and Buddhas live in your heart, will you become stronger? All poisons are invincible?

Never.

Song Beichuan said to the soldiers in front: "Troubleshoot these zombies."

These soldiers have long been deeply rooted in their hearts. Only under the leadership of Song Beichuan can they see hope.

They used to be engaged in different professions. Here, there is no **, and no nepotism. You don’t need to know anyone to seek resources for yourself. You just need to work hard to do your job well. You don’t need to be clever to deal with anyone. The truth is always true, and the false is always false.

A few soldiers walked forward, pulled out a mountain knife from their waists, and a silver light flashed and cut off the bald heads.

Song Beichuan looked at the temple with weeds growing, no one was clamoring, and the incense was constantly rising, and it had the glory of the past.

This kind of temple is the wisdom of mankind. Although he doesn't like it, he will not destroy it. He asks soldiers to clear the weeds, clean up the rooms in the temple, and locks the prisoners in these rooms to prevent them from taking the opportunity to escape.

Song Beichuan and the core figures slept in front of the Buddha in the temple at night because it was summer, except for the more mosquitoes, the temperature was not too cold, so it was enough to just put on a few clothes.

As for the many soldiers, they slept in the yard, or wherever they had free space, so they found a place, took out their sleeping bag from their bag, and slept in it.

At night, the fat man got up in person and checked the post three or four times, and checked the open posts and secret posts.

Especially the Korean prisoners were kept under strict supervision, locking them in the temple, and no matter how big the noise was inside, they would not be able to untie the ropes on their hands and feet. If the disturbance worsens and there is no sign of repentance, they would seal their mouths with a rag.

Once this move was used, these Korean sticks became much cleaner.

On this unknown mountain, due to the disappearance of signs of human activity, the ecological environment has gradually been restored, and rabbits and pheasants often appear, and even ferocious wild boars are present.

But after a year, they once again felt the fear of being dominated by humans.

Yuan Cheng and Fatty actually started a hunting competition. They started hunting on the surrounding mountains and arrived at the temple at noon. These people started hunting competition in the afternoon and returned in full capacity until the evening.

There were countless hares, only two hundred. Yuan Cheng and the others fought back two wild boars, and the fat man was not willing to fall behind and got back seven pheasants.

Seeing that they had a lot of fruits, Song Beichuan couldn't help but praise them.

Then the cooks first set up a large black pot in the yard and four or five small pots around the black pot. There was a well in the temple, which was not polluted and it was extremely convenient to get water.

Everyone worked together to slaughter the wild boar first. The wild boar was quite big, probably almost 300 kilograms. First, it was blew open and then cleaned the internal organs, made a couple lung tablet with the lungs, made a stir-fried waist flower with the waist, and made a liver with a sharp liver.

The pig hearts left alone are cut into diced sets, and the pheasant and hare are processed properly. Remove the pig's steaks and chop them into about one centimeter long.

Then, pour water into the pot and throw pheasants, hares, pig hearts, and pig steaks into the pot. Because there are many supermarkets at the foot of the mountain that have not been swept yet, many of them are still within the shelf life. In fact, as long as the food is not completely eliminated, it can be eaten.

They found a Korean hot sauce in the supermarket and put the hot sauce into the pot.

The clear water turned red and hot and attractive in a blink of an eye, causing people to feel drool. This was not the end. The cooksmen dug up a basket of wild vegetables from somewhere, but they poured them into the country.

Later, I also found instant noodles under the supermarket. This kind of thing has a long shelf life and is simply a doomsday artifact. I will naturally not be polite if I pick it up for free, so I threw more than ten bags into the pot in a row.

A large pot full of bright red soup, golden noodles, green wild vegetables, and various pink meats mixed together burst out with an unprecedented fragrance. This fragrance could not be stopped even the lid of the pot. Then the soldiers who had been tired all day gathered around the pot and kept saliva, waiting for everyone to work together to make the finished delicious food in the world.

The prisoners imprisoned in the temple guest rooms stared straight at their eyes, imagining what the fragrance was like in the Huaqing country.

This pot of noodles was ready for ten minutes after the last pot, and Song Beichuan did not take advantage of it. He was waiting in line like a soldier, and the cooks were serving him food.

However, his identity was there. Even if he wanted to line up, the soldiers asked him to be in front of him. Then he saw Song Beichuan carrying a lunch box and being sent to the first position little by little.

The cook whispered to him: "What does the governor like to eat? I will give you more."

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "I like to drink soup, give me two more spoonfuls of soup."

"Don't be afraid of not having enough food, there are many big pots."

"Okay, okay, just give me one chicken leg."

The cook was amused when he heard this, and hurriedly cut off a chicken leg with a spoon and put it in Song Beichuan's lunch box.

He wanted to continue adding meat to his bowl, but Song Beichuan refused and said, "I let me eat it all. What are my brothers eating? Hurry up and average. If I know, who can't eat meat, I will ask you!"

He said this a little louder, and the soldiers below cheered when they heard it. The cook was so scared that he shrank his neck. He had never seen anyone who didn't eat too much, so he had to honestly and equalize everyone's bowls as fair as possible.

Song Beichuan brought Qiao Yueyi a bowl of noodle soup, and the two rarely had the chance to be together alone, especially for dinner together.

"Come and try this meat, is it delicious? It's all wild game!" While saying that, the chicken legs in the bowl were pinched into Qiao Yueyi's bowl.

Qiao Yueyi felt warm and she tore off her mouth with her small mouth. She said while chewing: "The meat of chicken legs is much harder than that of ordinary chicken, but it is fresh and spicy, appetizing and delicious."

Song Beichuan looked at her happy expression and couldn't help but smile, holding the lunch box and crawling into her mouth with big mouth.

He was anxious to eat, and Qiao Yueyi saw it and smiled and said, "Like a child, the food is really not very good."

Song Beichuan hurriedly took a sip of the soup, swallowed the rice, took a breath, and said, "It's delicious. I haven't eaten such a delicious meal in a long time!"

"I'm still a little bit, don't you continue to eat?"

"I can't. I'm full. I can't eat myself even if I'm delicious, right?" He stood up and said, "I have to go and examine the Korean sticks after eating and drinking."

Waiting for Qiao Yueyi to finish her meal, she came to the place where the prisoners were imprisoned. As soon as Song Beichuan entered, he saw that the guys had rags stuffed in their mouths. The rags were also interesting, and they were all wet. There was no need to think too much about it. It must be these people who smelled the aroma of the food outside and drooled.

"Want to have a meal?" Song Beichuan said. Qiao Yueyi immediately translated it.

I saw that the military records of these people were not very good, and their heads were almost on the ground, so I almost kowtowed to Song Beichuan, like a beggar begging for food.

"You can eat, but answer a few questions first. If you answer well, you will have something to eat. If you answer poorly, you will not be able to survive." Song Beichuan said this with a smile.

They thought it was a good thing, but as soon as Qiao Yueyi translated it, these people's hearts were cold.

It is obvious that it depends on who he will ask, and whether that person will answer well? Everyone is happy and there is food to fill the hunger. If the answer is not good, then the head will fall to the ground.

However, the person Song Beichuan chose was a great choice. He immediately chose the man with injured shoulders and thin cheeks as thin as skeletons.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!