Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 346 Encounter and Salvation
The two of them pulled and walked a few miles away. The howling of wolves was approaching, and they were already tired and hungry.

Stone kept looking around.

Zhao San sighed: "Don't look at it, the person who killed Bawan must have left long ago, why would he stay here?"

Shi Shi licked his wrinkled lips, and murmured, "If only they would kill again!"

He is willing to die under the knife of human beings, and he does not want to be dismembered by wolves.

Thinking of the distant homeland, Shitou blinked, not letting his dry and sore eyes shed tears.

He cried and cried when he was first caught on the grassland, but the more he cried, the harder he was beaten.

Then he stopped crying.

But at this moment... Shi Shi only felt that his hands and feet were cold, his body was weak, and the hope in his heart was extinguished bit by bit.

He thought that he and Uncle Zhao had been looking for opportunities to escape all these years, and had been beaten many times without giving up, so they were dragged to the mule market by the master's family to resell them many times, and finally followed the East Vietnam Department to Mida Valley.

He also heard that there were people from the Wu Dynasty in the Wuda army, so he tried to escape from the East Vietnam Department and wanted to join the Wuda army.

But before he left Dongyue, he was given to Pingshan Ministry as a gift.

After going around and finding out that they were going to attack Wuda headquarters, Shitou and Zhao San were overjoyed. As long as they could reach the Wuda tribe, they would surrender immediately.

But fate played tricks on people like this, in a place only one day away from the Wuda tribe, he and Uncle Zhao were injured and abandoned.

Tears welled up in Stone's eyes.

One day, as long as he persisted for one day, he would be able to return to Suijin Town and see his father and mother.

But this day has now become extremely long, or it will be forever.

Zhao San's legs are now red and swollen. From the beginning of the march, there was still pain, and now only numbness remains.

He pinched his thigh hard, only to have a slight feeling, and he knew something was wrong in his heart, if he didn't stop to rest, he would be useless even if he survived.

Zhao San looked at Shitou's desperate expression, and mustered his last strength.

I died in my 40s, but Shitou was only 15 years old, and now is his chance to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. If he misses it...not to die, but he will be re-arrested as a slave by the Di clan.

It was completely dark, and the howling of wolves was close at hand, all waiting for the people in front to fall.

Zhao San couldn't move at all. Shi Shi took off his belt and tied him up, struggling to drag him on the snow.

Although he is thin, he has developed his muscles and bones through long-term labor.

It's just that for more than a day, except for a few mouthfuls of frozen horse meat, he didn't eat any more. In addition to his shoulder injury, his eyes were darkened, his mind was dizzy, and he didn't know where he was going.

He has only one belief in his heart: that is to go to the Wuda tribe.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from behind.

Shi Shi woke up suddenly, and he quickly shook Zhao San: "Uncle Zhao, listen, is there a sound of hooves, is there someone coming?"

He was worried that he was so hungry that he had heard it wrong!
Zhao San had started to have a fever at this time, he tried to open his eyes, put his ears on the ground to listen, then raised his head and said to Shi Shi: "Quick, hit Flint, Flint is in my crotch!"

The flint had been picked up by accident a few months ago.

These are ordinary white pebbles on the river beach, but they are rarely encountered on the Dilu grassland, especially slaves like them, who are not allowed to have fire.

After picking up the flint, Zhao San kept it carefully.

Stone took out two pebbles with body temperature, and beat them vigorously with trembling hands.

"Clang! Clang! Clang"

The crisp blows were mixed with the sound of the wind and spread far away, and the occasional flashes of sparks broke the dark night.

At this time, even if Song Liyun, who was not using the night vision binoculars, spoke, everyone else could see the bright lights in the distance.

Balin stopped the horse: "Young Madam, there is really someone there!"

Lin Qingyuan rubbed his face that was numb from the cold: "Old Qian, go over and have a look, be careful, don't be some will-o'-the-wisp!"

Old Qian responded, holding a knife and lightly urging the horse to go over.

Song Liyun said unhappily: "There are only two people there, Bahrain, you should go and see what's going on."

Among all of them, Bahrain's equestrian skills are the best, and he can escape in time if there is any accident.

Lin Qingyuan didn't object, Lao Qian returned to his side, and everyone was vigilant.

They met Song Liyun on their way back to the camp before dark.

When he saw the group of horses that appeared suddenly, he was shocked.

After learning that Song Liyun killed an outpost and could no longer go to the camp, Lin Qingyuan decided to return to the tribe overnight, but he didn't expect to meet someone halfway.

Bahrain returned quickly, carrying a dying man in his hand, and dragged another behind his horse's ass.

"Young Madam, they are from the Wu Dynasty, and they are said to be slave soldiers left behind by the Pingshan Department..."

The board room was erected again, beside the warm bonfire, Ba Lin and Lao Qian were checking the body of Zhao San who was in a coma.

Someone brought over the cooked rice porridge: "Young Madam said to drink the porridge first, and take the pills as well. If the wound is not infected, don't move it. You just need to wash it with hot water and bandage it."

Warm gruel was poured into Zhao San's stomach, and then he was given a pill to reduce fever, and the rest was waiting.

Zhao San's leg was crushed by the falling snow. It was only a muscle injury, and he could recover within a few days of rest.

But now they are marching on the road, and the lives of these slave soldiers are not as good as a sheep. Not only are they left alone, but they have a fever after running in the ice and snow for a day.

In the small board room, the slave soldiers were wrapped in thick cashmere blankets, holding a wooden bowl and gulping down the rice porridge, not even knowing it was hot.

This slave soldier stinks so much, Lin Qingyuan sat as far away as possible, pinched his nose, and said vaguely: "Tell me clearly, where are you from the Wu Dynasty? How did you come to the grassland?"

He saw the brand on the face of the little slave soldier, which was the mark only of tribal slaves.

But the little slave soldier didn't speak no matter how much he asked, if he hadn't said a word from the Wu Dynasty, he would have thought he was dumb.

Shitou made up his mind that Zhao Sanshu couldn't tell the truth before he woke up, and now he just eats with his head down.

Since he left Suijin Town at the age of nine, the people he came into contact with were basically Di people.

It's rare to meet a few people from the Wu Dynasty, and they are all on guard against each other.

Uncle Zhao San said that one cannot just say where and how one came from.

The history of the slaves is not visible, and the slave owners only hope that the slaves are animals that can work and do not need to speak.

In case the slave owner felt that these slaves were in trouble and didn't want to cause trouble, he would kill all the slaves or cut off their tongues.

So learning to shut up is the way for slaves to survive.

On the other side, Song Liyun was pinching a bean-sized pebble in his hand and thinking hard.

The stone was found in the crevice of the skirt of the slave soldier.

It is a small pebble with white stripes in Suijin Town, which can be seen everywhere. It has been rubbed by human hands for a long time, and its skin is shiny.

Stone?

Stone!

small stone!Song Liyun murmured.

The little slave soldier who was desperately licking the bowl suddenly stopped.

His subtle movements fell into Song Liyun's eyes, and he couldn't help but look at him carefully.

Song Liyun stepped forward suddenly, regardless of the filth, lifted the little slave soldier's braids that had been formed into pancakes, and looked down at the back of his neck.

(End of this chapter)