The two of them dragged each other for a few miles, and the howling of wolves gradually approached, 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 run away long ago. How could he still be here?"
Shi Shi licked his wrinkled lips and murmured: "It would be great if they came to kill me again!"
He is willing to die under the knife of humans, and does not want to be torn apart by wolves.
Thinking of his distant homeland, Shi Shi blinked his eyes to prevent tears from flowing out of his dry and sore eyes.
He cried when he was first caught on the grassland, but the more he cried, the harder he was beaten.
Later he stopped crying.
But at this moment... Shitou only felt that his hands and feet were cold, his whole body was weak, and the hope in his heart was extinguishing little by little.
He thought that he and Uncle Zhao had been looking for opportunities to escape over the years. They were beaten many times and did not give up, so they were taken to the mule market and sold many times by the owner's family. Finally, they followed the Dongyue tribe to Mida Valley.
He also heard that there were people from the Wu Dynasty in the Uda Army, so he tried to escape from the Dongyue Department and wanted to join the Uda Army.
But before leaving Dongyue, he was given as a gift to the Pingshan Department.
After going around and around, they learned that they were going to attack the Wuda headquarters. Shitou and Zhao San were very happy. As long as they could reach the Wuda tribe, they would surrender immediately.
But fate plays tricks on people. Only one day away from the Wuda tribe, he and Uncle Zhao were injured and abandoned.
Tears welled up in Shi Shi's eyes.
One day, if you just persist for one day, you can return to Broken Gold Town and see your father and mother.
But this day has now become extremely long, or it may last forever.
Zhao San's legs are now red and swollen. He had been in pain since the beginning when he was marching, but now he is only numb.
He pinched his thigh hard before he could feel anything, and he knew something was wrong. If he didn't stop and rest, he would become a useless person even if he survived.
Zhao San looked at Shi Shi's desperate expression and mustered up his last strength.
If he dies in his forties, he will die, but Shitou is only fifteen years old. Now is his chance to escape from the sea of suffering. If he misses it... he will not die, but he will be re-incarcerated as a slave soldier by the Di tribe.
It was completely dark, and the howling of wolves was very close at hand, waiting for the people in front to fall.
Zhao San was completely unable to move. Shitou took off his belt and tied him up, struggling to drag him on the snow.
Although he is thin, he has developed strong muscles and bones through long-term labor.
It's just that for more than a day, apart from a few mouthfuls of horse meat that was frozen to stone, I didn't eat anything. In addition, due to the shoulder injury, my eyesight was now dark, my mind was dizzy, and I didn't know where I was walking.
He had only one belief in his heart: to go to the Wuda tribe.
At this moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves came from behind.
Shitou suddenly woke up, and he quickly shook Zhao San: "Uncle Zhao, listen, is there the sound of horse hooves? Is someone coming?"
He was worried that he had heard it wrong because he was hungry and fainted!
Zhao San had started to have a fever at this time. He tried his best to open his eyes, leaned to the ground and listened. Then he raised his head and said to the stone: "Quickly, knock on the flint, the flint is in my crotch!"
The flint was accidentally picked up a few months ago.
These are ordinary white pebbles in the river beach, but they are rare to encounter on the Dilu grassland, especially slaves like them, who are not allowed to possess fire.
After picking up the flint, Zhao San kept it carefully.
Shi Shi took out two pebbles with body temperature and banged them hard with trembling hands.
"Dang! Dang! Dang"
The crisp blows were mixed with the sound of wind and spread far away, and the occasional sparks broke through the dark night.
At this time, even if Song Liyun, who was not using a night vision telescope, opened his mouth, everyone else could see the bright stars in the distance.
Balin pulled the horse back: "Young madam, there really is someone there!"
Lin Qingyuan rubbed his face, which was numb from the cold: "Old Qian, go and take a look, be careful, don't be a will-o'-the-wisp!"
Lao Qian responded, holding the knife and gently urging the horse to prepare to go over.
Song Liyun said angrily: "There are just two people there, Bahrain, you should go and see what's going on."
Among all the people, Bahrain has the best equestrian skills and can escape in time if there is any accident.
Lin Qingyuan did not object. Lao Qian returned to his side, and everyone was on guard.
They met Song Liyun on their way back to the camp before dark.
When he saw the group of horses suddenly appearing, he was startled.
After learning that Song Liyun had killed an outpost and could no longer go to the camp, Lin Qingyuan decided to return to the tribe overnight, not expecting to meet anyone halfway.
Balin soon returned, carrying a dying man in his hands and dragging another behind him.
"Young Madam, they are from the Wu Dynasty. They are said to be slave soldiers abandoned by the Pingshan Department..."
The wooden house was erected again, and next to the warm bonfire, Balin and Lao Qian were checking the body of Zhao San, who was in a coma.
Someone brought the cooked rice porridge over: "The young lady said to drink the porridge first and take the pills. If the wound is not infected, don't move it. You only need to wash it with hot water and bandage it."
Warm gruel was poured into Zhao San's stomach, and a pill to reduce fever was given. All that was left was to wait.
Zhao San's leg was hit by falling snow. It was originally just a muscle injury, and it would heal in a few days of rest.
But now they are on the march, and the lives of these slave soldiers are worse than that of a sheep. Not only do they have no one to care about them, but they will have a fever after running in the ice and snow for a day.
In the small wooden house, the little slave soldier was wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket, holding a wooden bowl and swallowing the rice porridge in big mouthfuls, without even knowing it was boiling.
This slave soldier was so smelly that 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 young slave soldier's face, which was a mark that only tribal slaves had.
But this little slave soldier didn't speak no matter how he asked. If he hadn't said something about people from the Wu Dynasty, he would have thought he was mute.
Shitou made up his mind that Uncle Zhao couldn't tell the truth until he woke up, and now he just kept eating.
He left Ruijin Town at the age of nine, and the people he came into contact with were basically from the Di tribe.
It's rare to meet a few people from the Wu Dynasty who are all on guard against each other.
Uncle Zhao said that you can't just say where you come from or how you come from.
The origins of slaves are kept secret. Slave owners only hope that slaves can work and do not need to speak.
If the slave owner ever felt that these slaves were in trouble and did not want to cause trouble, they would kill all the slaves or cut out their tongues.
So learning to shut up is the way for slaves to survive.
On the other side, Song Liyun held a bean-sized stone seed in his hand and was thinking hard.
The stone was found in the crevice of the little slave soldier's clothes.
They are pebbles with white stripes in Broken Gold Town and can be seen everywhere. After being rubbed by human hands for a long time, the surface is shiny with oil.
Stone?
Stone!
Little stone! Song Liyun murmured.
The little slave soldier was licking the bowl desperately and suddenly stopped.
His subtle movements fell into Song Liyun's eyes, and she couldn't help but look at him carefully.
Song Liyun suddenly stepped forward and, regardless of the filthiness, lifted up the little slave soldier's braided hair and looked down at the back of his neck.