"Damn it! What do I do, what do I do?"
He hurriedly tried to feign death, but the soldier at the front spoke to him.
It was obviously Chinese, but he couldn't understand a word.
Jiang Cheng could only pretend he hadn't heard, closing his eyes and hoping these people would leave him alone.
Unfortunately, they seemed to know he wasn't dead. Someone came over, poked his wounds several times with a foot, and said a few more things.
Helpless, Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and tried to kneel, but his leg hurt too much, making it difficult to move for a while. He could only prop himself up halfway.
Taking a closer look, he saw an enormous, seemingly endless procession, along with many carts of supplies. He had no idea how many people there were, only that there seemed to be more than everyone at his university combined. The Flag Officer carried a banner bearing the character "Li."
This was a Han Army—but it was the Yuan Army.
"They didn't attack me, and they're talking to me. Right, the Han troops under the Yuan generally don't go around killing passersby for no reason..."
"Maybe I can surrender. It would be good enough if I could follow them as a farmer transporting supplies."
Jiang Cheng looked at the soldier. The soldier held a weapon against his neck and kept talking, looking as though he were interrogating him.
But Jiang Cheng didn't understand a single word and didn't dare speak. Guessing that the man was asking whether he wanted to surrender, he nodded.
He regretted it immediately. What if the man had asked whether he wanted to die? Wouldn't nodding mean that he wanted to die?
Fortunately, that wasn't the case. The soldier continued holding the weapon to his neck but