The ground is fairly dry, there is no feeling of dampness, but there is no straw, only hard mud, it is very uncomfortable to lie on, it is cold and hard, but fortunately, the sun can still be seen, shining brightly on the cell Bright inside.
Two or three hundred Turkic people crowded into the small cell, which was very cramped. Yanmenguan is a border gate. There is no civil service system for trial cases, and there are no high-end prisons. The prison for Turkic prisoners is actually a small warehouse. It¡¯s okay to squeeze two or three hundred people. The corner of the room is already overflowing. The toilet makes people desire (celestial) desire (death).
"I really want to have another sip of kumiss." Someone said in a low voice, with an unexpectedly calm look in his eyes. Since he was arrested by others, he would naturally end up dead, so why bother thinking about other things.
"Damn those dogs! They killed my best brother!" There was still blood on his body, his arms were hanging limply, his forehead was still a little hot, but his tone was extremely firm. "What a kind person Wo Taikuo is. When my mare gave birth to a foal, he delivered the baby with his own hands. My sheep was stolen, and it was he who took the bow and arrow and chased the thief with me," he said slowly. Slowly thinking about my good brother, tears dripped from my face. Such a good person was killed by the cavalry who followed him.
"It's a war. If we want to open it up, we have already killed many followers, which is enough." Someone persuaded.
The man glared, wishing to tear the persuading person to pieces: "Didn't Wo Taikuo just kill some dogs? What could be wrong? Why should someone kill a good person like him? A hundred dogs are worth it." Don't go to the nest too wide alone!"
The quarrel and noise of a few people did not change the gloomy atmosphere in the cell, more people were frowning, the defeat of the 100,000 army, the countless corpses of Turkic people, and the despair of the future, and crushed their nerves .
"It will definitely kill us. I don't want to die. I want to go back to the tribe. I want to get married." A certain person's face turned pale, and he wanted to punch the wall of the cell, but there were so many people around him that he couldn't see him at all. The wall, when he was about to squat down to hit the ground, the aura in his chest was gone.
"This house is not very strong. We have a chance to escape." Someone said in a low voice. It's just a warehouse. There are no fences or shackles. If you take a gamble, you still have a chance to escape.
In fact, there is no need to whisper, they are speaking Turkic, even if the guards guarding the prison can hear clearly, they still can't understand a word.
"The ventilation window is too small, we can't get out." Some people have already seen it. Although the ventilation window also has no fence, but the hole is smaller than a watermelon. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for a strong man on the grassland to get out. .
"Roof!" Someone whispered. Everyone raised their heads. Although the beams of the house were high, the stacked arhats could definitely reach them, and they could try to lift the tiles and get out.
Although getting out of the cell does not mean that you can escape, and you must be surrounded by guards and followers, but it is better than staying in the cell and waiting to die.
"At night, try it." Everyone whispered, a little regretful, they have been locked up for a few days, and they have been terrified. They didn't think of running away, otherwise they would have run away early. Now I have been hungry for a few days and only drank a little water. My hands and feet are limp, and I don't know if I can escape.
The prison is close to a ventilation hole, but there are only a few people standing or sitting sparsely. No matter how crowded the surrounding area is, no one dares to enter that spacious place. This relatively spacious place is the exclusive place for several captive leaders of small grassland tribes, and low-level grassland people dare not approach it at all.
"Look, Almu must be crowded there." Several leaders looked coldly at the crowded crowd. Among the crowd, there was a tribal leader who was as honorable as them, but he was unwilling to come to this spacious room. He took the initiative to huddle together with other soldiers.
"He thought he could get by." A small tribe leader sneered.
"Look, he also changed his clothes." The leader of another small tribe stared at the ordinary herdsman's clothes on Almu's body. The clothes didn't even fit very well and were stained with blood. It was obvious that Almu had pulled them off from others.
The leaders of several small tribes sneered. Although the gorgeous clothes on their bodies were covered with blood and mud, they were extremely shining at the moment. The clothes represented not only status, but also pride.
"It's a shame to know someone like Almu." A leader of a small tribe said loudly, not caring about being heard by Almu.
Everyone knows Almu's small thoughts. Although he has not dealt with them for the time being, he will definitely be tortured and slaughtered. As a tribal leader, he will probably be unlucky. Referring to the tribal wars in the grasslands, pawns may be let go, degraded to slaves, or hacked to death at worst, but as a captured tribal leader, the best result is to be "died without bloodshed"??, several people were also pale, since Hu Xueting's purpose was to attack the grassland, how could he let them go back?
"Don't you know that letting the grasslands fight among themselves is the best way?" Duo Jishi couldn't hold back, and asked viciously, there is no need for Huazhong Plain to sit and watch the Turkic people kill each other, the snipe and the clam fight each other, It is the best policy among the best policies to make money for the fisherman.
Hu Xueting turned pale with shock: "Who told you that letting the grassland fight among itself is the best way?"
Of course, all the advisers, generals, diplomats, military strategists and philosophers of the Central Plains!
"I don't know how serious you are, do you believe in deceptive things?" Hu Xueting was even more surprised. In the world, there are many things that support the puppet (government) government. After a long time, I dare not say it, and I hide behind the scenes smoothly. (Later) Most of them have been in command for more than ten or twenty years, but that is the effect of crossing the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean! In the history of China, the borders are connected, and those who think that they can control the barbarians are very few who are really successful, but the side effects are infinitely large. After the opponent reacts to it, they often beat them all over the place. On the contrary, attacking with brute force has resulted in countless casualties, but there are many successful examples.
"If you can't hit the opponent directly with your fist, who will obey you?" Hu Xueting sneered.
"Are you going to kill us? We can pay a high ransom." Du Jishi decided to make a last effort. "We are just a group of barbarians, and we are defeated by the official. Letting us back to the grassland will not affect the overall situation of the official's conquest of the grassland, but there are countless cattle, sheep and horses, which will definitely affect the official's life."
"No need, your cattle and sheep will all belong to me." Hu Xueting shook his head, Zhang Zhenzhou entered the grassland, afraid that there would be no cattle and sheep? Groups of cattle, sheep and horses will be sent back to Yanmen Pass by the auxiliary army.
Duo Jishi stared at Hu Xueting, not because he was stupid, but because he was beaten to death. He didn't expect Hu Xueting to be so stupid as to go to the depths of the grassland to give away his head. "When you enter the grassland, you can only die." There is no logistics, and the army at Yanmen Pass dares to enter the grassland in an away game.
"This seat even fights in and out of the Turkic tooth tent, why are you afraid of the grassland?" Hu Xueting was amazed.
Du Jishi and the leaders of several small tribes stared at Hu Xueting, tremblingly asked: "You are"
Hu Xueting smiled and looked at the two or three hundred Turkic soldiers sitting on the ground panting, looking at her inexplicably and numbly: "Come here, take them down, and kill them all!"
Du Jishi and the leaders of several small tribes were ashen-colored.
"Oh, I was wrong! They were broken up and sent to Dingxiang County to do coolies, build city walls, dig mines, and open up wasteland! As long as they are not given the opportunity to touch horses, they can still be herdsmen."
All killed? Such a waste! Turks are not human! Land reclamation requires too many coolies, one counts as one, and we must not let it go.
"This seat wants the flesh and blood of barbarians under every inch of the majestic city walls of the grassland!" Hu Xueting laughed.
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ps: The last chapter was locked. I modified the word "(fire) gun" last night and unlocked it smoothly. There are no parentheses for these two words. After being scanned by the system, it is determined that the chapter is locked Well, I did it to my own death. I forgot It's not about ethnic (ethnic) issues.
I'm really sorry for affecting some readers to read in time.
? 2019.01.27. 21:30 Self-examination and correction of typos.
? 2019.02.05. 09: 50 Corrected the typo, thank the reader "Mingzhi" for catching bugs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com