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A burst of noise suddenly woke Zhan Tian up.

I quickly touched my back and kept the items I sorted out last night.

He looked into the distance and saw a big cart vaguely coming out of the gate of the warrior's base and walking towards this side.

There are already many war slaves rushing towards the cart.

He held the cloth bag in his hand, Zhan Tian turned over and jumped up, and ran towards the cart.

Before we got closer, the "strong" aroma of rice porridge had already plunged into the nose.

"Gudong", Zhan Tian swallowed a big saliva and squeezed into the crowd.

Above the cart was a large wooden bucket of clear rice porridge and most of the cart of coarse grain steamed buns.

A worker slave pushes a cart, two others hold a spoon, and two people distribute steamed buns.

Each war slave can get a bowl of rice porridge and two coarse grain steamed buns. This is a free meal provided by the war slave station.

The dream has long been forgotten. Zhan Tian is like other war slaves, looking forward to this rice porridge and steamed bun.

The four of them distributed breakfast very quickly, and after a moment, Zhan Tian received his own share.

He picked up the wooden bowl and couldn't wait to take a sip of white and bright soup first.

The aroma of porridge lingers on the nose, and the warm soup moistens the white lips and dry throat. Then it slowly sinks into the stomach, melting a ball of heat in the stomach, making him feel comfortable all over.

With a mouthful of soup that showed the figure, Zhan Tian now felt like the southern Fujian Buddha jumped over the wall!

The big guy chewed a bite of coarse grain steamed buns. He held a wooden bowl in his right hand and a cloth bag in his left hand. He held a steamed bun between his fingers and walked quickly towards the fence.

"Bring it!"

A low shout suddenly sounded from his side.

Zhan Tian was stunned and turned his head to look.

I saw a tall and mighty man with four or five war slaves on his face, coming to his side with him.

And the tall man was stretching out his black-haired arm, spreading his huge palm, and staring at him.

Zhan Tian was shocked, and said "hmm" in his mouth, trying hard to swallow the steamed buns, wanting to speak.

"Do you want to die!"

A war slave beside the tall man scolded and reached out to grab it, and took away the complete steamed bun that was clamped with his left hand.

"you……"

Zhan Tian had swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, and after he spoke for a while, he immediately woke up!

I'm afraid I'll meet a war slave like the "prisoner" on Earth!

He now has no strength to fight against these people.

"how"

Another war slave glared at him, took a quick step, and slapped him on his left wrist with a "slap".

After his wrists numb, the cloth bag in Zhan Tian's hand and the remaining half of the steamed bun fell out of his hands.

The Zhan Nu kicked the cloth bag away with one kick, caught half of the steamed bun, and threw it out from afar!

Pressing tightly, the boiling rage in his chest, Zhan Tian slowly lowered his head.

"Are you still not convinced?"

Another war slave sneered, raised his leg and kicked him in the right hand.

Zhan Tian was caught off guard and the wooden bowl in his hand suddenly flew up!

The clear rice porridge sprinkled a white shadow in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, along with the wooden bowl!

"Teng!"

A stream of passion rushed to the top of the door, and blue veins burst out from Zhan Tian's forehead, and the roots of his hair were all standing upside down!

He vaguely heard a war slave, opened his mouth wide, revealing his yellow teeth, and said word by word: "Boy, I will hand in a steamed bun every day in the future! Otherwise..."

"Hmph!" The leader of the man Ma Sang coldly and turned around and left first.

The other five war slaves also stared at Zhan Tian without saying a word. One of them spat at the rice porridge on the ground, and then followed the tall man and left one after another.

Everything around him seemed to be far away from the sky. The anger in his chest made him dizzy!

He slowly lowered his body, his fingertips trembled and stretched towards the wooden bowl on the ground.

In the wooden bowl, there was still half a bit of rice porridge left, which was not completely sprinkled out.

But his trembling hands failed to pick up the wooden bowl several times!

"If I don't kill you, I won't be Zhan!"

A shout suddenly exploded in my chest!

Zhan Tian's hands suddenly stabilized, grabbed the wooden bowl, raised his head and drank half a sip of rice porridge.

At this moment, a "string" in his heart broke suddenly!

...

About a quarter of an hour later, the garrison began to chaos again, and the war slaves stood up one after another and rushed towards the gate of the garrison to the south.

Zhan Tian, ​​who was sitting in the corner, also stood up.

At this time, it is time to gather at the gate and wait for the selection of warriors who go out to hunt.

There are about six or seven hundred war slaves in the southern garrison, and there are usually two or three hundred warriors stationed in the warriors.

There are about a hundred warriors going out to hunt today.

Some of them like to walk alone, but some require two or three, or even more war slave assistance.

The warriors quickly selected. After about one stick of incense, all the warriors who went out left one after another, and there were about two hundred war slaves taken away.

Most of the remaining war slaves had a blank look on their faces, but there were also disappointments and some thanks.

Zhan Tian was not selected by the warriors today.

His thin body is simply inconspicuous, and many warriors who go out also have war slaves they are used to.

Not being selected is Zhan Tian’s luck and sadness!

The crowd scattered, but Zhan Tian walked out of the station and continued to search outside.

At this moment, he had completely calmed down.

This is the world, and it will not be changed by him, a small time traveler. All he can do is to adapt and live hard!

Half a mile away from the station, he untied the crossbow and used the remaining broken leather to make a slingshot leather.

Yesterday he observed that there were birds occasionally visiting outside the two war slaves' garrisons.

However, the birds here are very clever and agile, and it is not easy to kill them.

The stones used for the slingshot were everywhere outside the base, but they opened the bows more than a hundred times, and after nearly an hour, they found nothing.

However, he was halfway through looking for birds and found a piece of flint that could be used to make fire!

The beast rubber band he used to make slingshots was also an item with great tension. By this time, his thin arms were already very sore and painful, and he could not pull the slingshot any more.

The abdomen hurt slightly again, and the willow roots made a cool sound, repairing muscle fatigue.

It was almost noon that he finally broke out in luck and caught a bird the size of a pigeon!

The tightly strangled stomach made another violent roar.

Zhan Tian looked at the crowd of no one around, went forward and picked up the birds, and then headed south.

Not long after walking, a small stream appears in front of you.

The four major resident sites are all built close to rivers and streams, so that they can be convenient for water withdrawal.

I dug some mud by the stream and wrapped the birds in it.

I took out the cloth bag I found and washed it next to the stream.

Afterwards, Zhan Tian used flint to set up a fire, and threw the mud balls wrapped around the birds under the fire.

Finally, he set up a branch above the fire and put on the washed cloth bag.
Chapter completed!