There was a sound of "dang~", a crisp sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
Zhang Tiezhu, the team leader of the Great Protectorate of Anxi in the Tang Dynasty, took a strange knife drawn from the belt of a Turkic horse bandit and slashed it on a scimitar commonly used by the Turks.
The next second later, Zhang Tiezhu couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
Because in this slash, a nail-sized gap was cut on the blade of the scimitar, but the blade of the strange knife actually had no scratches at all.
"It's a good sword, but it's just a little short." Such a thought suddenly arose in Zhang Tiezhu's mind.
After conveniently putting the strange knife on his belt, Zhang Tiezhu asked the Turkic prisoner who was kneeling on the ground in front of him:
"Tell me, where did you get this sword?"
The frightened Turks could not even speak smoothly now, but they still knew how to lift their tied hands and point at the prisoners tied up on one side of the camp, that is, Hu Biao and others.
After looking along the fingers, Zhang Tiezhu's doubts became even greater.
The reason for this is that Zhang Tiezhu, with his rich experience and sharp eyesight, could not see clearly the whereabouts and origins of these people for a while.
Mainly Hu Biao and others, although each of them looked very miserable, their stature and temperament were very different from that of this era, and they were still quite eye-catching.
If nothing else, a fat man weighing over 200 pounds is a symbol of identity and status these days.
That body of flesh is a luxurious figure that can only be cultivated by abundant food and oil; not to mention that such a precious sword is definitely not something ordinary people can possess.
As a result, Zhang Tiezhu naturally became more and more interested in the origins of these people.
Then a scene appeared that made Hu Biao and the other unlucky ones panic: the killers, full of murderous intent, looked at them as if they were sizing up prey...
After taking a look at Hu Biao and others, the scar-faced man said: "Who are you young people?"
"People from the Tang Dynasty, we are all from the Tang Dynasty. Thank you general for saving our lives~"
Facing the inquiry, Hu Biao, a nominal trainee commander, spoke proactively before others could react.
After finishing speaking, he took the lead and bowed to the man with both hands.
After seeing this, other netizens reacted and immediately followed suit.
The main reason why Hu Biao has such an approach is that he can not only understand what the other party said, but also hear the familiar Guanzhong accent in the other party's mouth.
The accent is definitely not exactly the same as that of the modern plane, but there are at least sixty-seven points of similarity between the two.
Because although Hu Biao is from Xiang Province, he lived with his parents in the Weinan area for two years when he was a child. After entering society, he dated a girl from Xianyang for more than half a year.
Based on that girl's sincere evaluation, Hu Biao's Guanzhong dialect is already quite good.
(Some experts say that the current Guanzhong dialect was the official language of the Tang Dynasty, and some experts say that the Luoyang dialect of the past is the current Hakka dialect.
The author is a deadbeat, and this stuff is not something I can study and understand.
Therefore, in subsequent settings, the Guanzhong dialect will be the official language of the Tang Dynasty, and the context will also be modified to a certain extent, so it will basically be the vernacular.
After all, the author does not know the authentic and unauthentic Guanzhong dialect of the Tang Dynasty, and book friends also find it difficult.
Those who know the business and those who have passed by should not worry about this.)
So after reacting, Hu Biao naturally spoke without hesitation, hoping to use this method to shorten the distance between the two parties and gain the trust of the other party.
In the past few days, a group of surviving netizens were also chatting and had a certain understanding of each other.
At this critical juncture, although many people did not think clearly why Hu Biao spoke so proactively, it did not hinder them at all, and they all just followed suit and saluted.
Hu Biao's voice finally fell, and netizens felt the fiery looks in the eyes of a group of Tang soldiers around them.
What should I say? It was quite a surprise, even kind.
Before they could react, these Tang troops swarmed up and started to move against them. What a guy! At that time, Hu Biao couldn't help but tighten his anus, thinking that some of the most terrifying things were about to happen.
Fortunately, nothing weird happened next.
To be more precise, after these dozens of Tang soldiers took action, they just started a quite detailed search on them; in terms of purpose, Hu Biao and others soon knew the specific reason.
After the inspection was completed, Tang Jun muttered in the ear of the scar-faced man leading him for a while.
The man chanted the war song in a deep voice and said: "As soon as you speak, you baby, with your accent, I will know that you are from the Tang Dynasty in Guanzhong.
They are not the Sui people who fled to the Western Regions more than a hundred years ago. They speak softly.
Liang Daya and the others also checked you just now and said that you are clean and don't have the sheepish smell of the barbarians.
This hair and eyes are all the serious looks of our Tang Dynasty people.
What's more important is that your hands have never touched a sword or a gun. You are fair and tender, and you look like a group of scholars. The barbarians from the Western Regions will never look like this.
But how come you, a bunch of scholars, are here in this damn place? You don't have anything like "criminal record" on you to prove your identity.
If you are spies, it will be troublesome for those who take you back..."
After saying this, the man fell into a dilemma. He walked a little further and discussed in a low voice with several other men.
Frankly speaking, the Guanzhong dialect is relatively easy to understand among the many dialects in the modern plane; so everyone present, even people from the southern magic city like AT, can understand six or seven points of it without even guessing.
Look.
It was precisely because of this that after they listened to Zhang Tiezhu's statement, they immediately became a little nervous.
They really didn't know what the so-called "passing through" was, but they thought it was something included in the ID card, which they naturally didn't have.
But if for such a reason, these Tang soldiers were unwilling to take them into action and let them fend for themselves in the wilderness; or if they continued to be imprisoned as slaves, wouldn't they be dead?
Fortunately, such a worst outcome did not happen.
The scar-faced man and others took a few steps and discussed in low voices for a while.
He walked back and said, "That's alright! I haven't seen the doll from Guan Nei for many years. You can follow us back to the city to decide whether to stay or go, or make other arrangements. Guo Shuai will make up his own mind on everything."
Before that, you need to stay honest and don't act randomly or try to escape, otherwise don't blame me for shooting you on the spot."
At such a statement, Hu Biao and others quickly raised their heads.
It was also at this time that they discovered that the faces of these Tang soldiers all looked old, and they seemed to be a little older than they were.
However, thinking about the scene where they easily killed the same number of natives before, it did not affect their desire to embrace these powerful Tang troops and their thick legs at all.
****
After agreeing to follow these Tang troops back to the city and let Guo Shuai decide how to deal with it, Hu Biao and others did not immediately leave the camp that smelled of blood.
The reason is simple. In the words of the scar-faced man, the sandstorm is coming soon.
When the fierce wind whips up dense yellow sand and blows it over the sky, it is simply courting death to travel in such an environment.
This is also the only reason why the natives camped early.
I have to say that the location of the campsite they chose was excellent.
When a sandstorm hits, animals such as war horses and camels are covered with sacks over their mouths and noses and tied together with ropes at the entrance of the cave, which can block most of the wind and sand blowing into the cave.
Then, everyone hid in the cave where the mound was located.
The space in the cave is not too big, and a group of seventy or eighty people is a little crowded, but it is much better than being in the unsheltered wilderness.
More importantly, when the wind and sand were not strong, the Tang soldiers began to eat dry food with mutton soup.
In this process, Hu Biao and the others were not only untied, but each of them was also given a bowl. As expected, they were our own people, and they were so considerate in handling matters.
The only small problem is that when he took the first mouthful of mutton soup, Hu Biao almost spit it out. This was also the case for other netizens.
Nothing else! The mutton smell in the broth is just too strong.
But even so, these hungry and frightened people had no choice but to drink up the entire bowl of broth.
It was night, and after a silent night, Hu Biao and others were finally safe, as if a huge burden had been lifted off their shoulders. After feeling relieved, they immediately fell asleep due to great fatigue.
It was precisely because of this that they did not notice those Tang soldiers who were trying to hug their thighs. Except for a few night watchmen, the other people's originally straight backs became somewhat hunched after they had disarmed.
After taking off the iron helmet on his head, the hair on his head was all white...
