"System, you bastard really wants me to die, so you can just kill me with a thunderbolt. Why do you have to go through so many tricks?"
After looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Hu Biao greeted the system again countless times.
This is the initiator who brought him to this miserable situation, and that is the biggest mastermind behind the scenes.
This time is already the third day since they arrived at the oasis.
Thinking back on everything he and 20 other netizens had experienced in the past three days, it was almost as if they were sad, crying, or in modern terms, it was called tears of silence between men and women.
They, a group of 21 unlucky guys from modern dimensions, were first imprisoned like animals for two days.
In addition to the clean water pipe in the manger, the daily food is a kind of dry cakes that should be made of millet as the main ingredient and baked on the fire.
As for the pancake cook, my grandson's skills are extremely poor.
There are also a lot of millet skins, fine gravel and other impurities in the pancake. When you eat it, it is like eating a mouthful of sand, which makes your throat sore.
But even in the modern world, dogs wouldn't even want to take another bite of something like this. They could only get a palm-sized piece each person in the morning and evening.
It is absolutely impossible to eat enough, just to ensure that they will not starve to death.
By this morning, each of them had an extra pancake.
But after eating, a group of 21 people were connected by a rope and driven out of the oasis by 35 natives on horseback, heading due north.
During the entire journey, as long as their pace slowed down a little, those ferocious natives would attack them mercilessly.
No! Because Hu Biao raised his head and cursed the street without looking at the road, his bare feet slowed down a little.
One wore a yellow helmet that originally belonged to Hu Biao, a pair of 99 yuan free shipping sneakers on his feet, and a malaysian machete on his waist.
When the native, who seemed to be a small leader, saw this, he immediately kicked the horse lightly in the abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, the horse trotted all the way to Hu Biao's side.
Hu Biao couldn't understand the meaning of the roars of "jiili guala~" in his mouth; but this was not important. The important thing was that the whip in the other person's hand was whipped at Hu Biao's head.
At the critical moment, Hu Biao instinctively turned his head and let the whip hit his back.
Immediately, the native did not hold back any force, and directly whipped Hu Biao's dirty long-sleeved T-shirt to pieces, drawing out a blood-red wound.
The next second, the long wound swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hu Biao, as an ordinary modern man, had never suffered such severe beatings and severe pain, and he screamed on the spot.
And because of Hu Biao's instinctive dodge, the native became furious.
He continued to yell at Hu Biao and the others, making curses that he could not understand at all. He pointed the whip in his hand at Hu Biao and beat him continuously.
The only thing Hu Biao could do was to hold his head in his hands and squat down. In addition to the huge anger in his heart, he also felt quite wronged and wanted to cry and go home.
At this moment, compared with the life in modern plane 996, it is really a blessing.
Other netizens also watched silently. No one stepped forward to save their nominal trainee commander, and no one even dared to ask for help.
Why? Because these natives really dare to kill someone.
Didn’t you see that the brother who claimed to be a warehouse manager of a certain company now has a lot of whip marks on his body and face? It’s just because this brother cursed a few times when those people were stewing dog meat.
Now two or three days have passed, and the scar on this guy's face is still not healed...
After beating Hu Biao for a while, the little indigenous leader was finally satisfied and drove the netizens to continue on their way.
During this process, he even took out a pack of sand cigarettes from his pocket, lit it with a match, and started smoking happily.
Why do they use matches and smoke?
Isn’t it because a netizen named ‘Gangzi’, who is said to be very well-connected in his family, gesticulated and leaked information to the indigenous people in order to please them.
It's a pity that this is the only result of Gangzi's actions.
In addition to letting Hu Biao and other netizens express their greetings to the guy afterwards, they also received a piece of dried millet biscuit from the natives as a reward.
"Smoke, beat your grandson to death."
The old smokers among the netizens looked at the smoke-smoking natives and cursed crazily in their hearts.
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Being beaten and scolded at every turn, Hu Biao and the others walked arduously on the Gobi Desert, their hearts filled with despair.
Where is this place, what era is it, and who are these indigenous people?
Hu Biao and his group of unlucky fellows have discussed all of the above in private several times, but they still don't have much of a clue.
The main reason is that these indigenous people, regardless of gender, old or young, are all wearing oily robes, and there is a strong smell of sheep when you get closer.
Hu Biao and the others couldn't understand a single word of the "jirgulu~" language he spoke.
What we can barely determine is that based on the sun, moon, starlight in the sky, the duration and alternation of day and night, the species of animals and plants and other details, it is estimated that they are still on the Blue Star.
From the outlines of the facial features and skin of these indigenous people, it can be judged that they should be yellow people, so this place may be near Central Asia.
According to these people, they did not even recognize the seized matches and cigarettes at first, and regarded a bottle of Kolo and a pair of smelly socks as treasures.
The current era is definitely not modern.
As for where they will go later? They should be sold as slaves.
Just kidding! They can't understand each other's language, and they can't understand the look in each other's eyes like they're looking at piglets?
When I thought about the difficult experiences of ancient slaves that I had learned from various materials.
Suddenly, Hu Biao and the other 21 unlucky guys were filled with extreme despair.
Of course, in addition to these, there is also a huge anger that is held in the heart; modern people! They are accustomed to the feeling that they are the boss of the sky, the second boss of the earth, and they are third. How have I ever experienced such grievances?
Including Hu Biao, everyone secretly swore in their hearts:
"You grandsons, please don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will make you regret everything you did today."
The problem is that when they made the oath, they actually knew that the hope of the other party falling into their hands was extremely slim; so now their bigger idea is to escape from here.
Even though they knew that it would be difficult to escape and even more difficult to survive in the vast desert after escaping, they still could not stop their plan.
Isn't there a saying that goes well? You don't have to run faster than a bear, just run faster than your teammates.
So while they were on their way, they secretly communicated with each other with their eyes.
Each of them also has different little plans in their hearts.
As for Hu Biao, the so-called trainee commander identity recognized by the system, let alone others, did not even take it to heart.
Under the current circumstances, this identity has a purpose...
There were still an hour or two before the sun completely set.
It seemed that the weather was a little different than usual, and some different indigenous people stopped and chose to camp in advance.
The specific location is a pond with a small spring. There is a small mound about ten meters high beside the pond. The mound even has a natural cave.
When they stopped at the entrance of the cave, Hu Biao and others, who had been walking for almost a day, all collapsed to the ground without exception.
When they were lying on the ground like mud, Hu Biao let out an extremely comfortable cry, and the heavy frown on his face could kill a mosquito.
Why? After such a long and high-intensity trek, which almost exhausted all their energy, how could they run at night?
Even if they managed to find a chance to run out of the camp in the middle of the night, they would not be able to outrun the natives riding horses and camels, let alone avoid the bows and arrows in the hands of those guys.
Are they destined to be sold as slaves and then treated like big animals until they die of exhaustion?
After thinking of this, Hu Biao closed his eyes in pain; other netizens also thought of this, and the atmosphere became extremely silent.
Various places in the modern world that they complained about in the past are now missed very much.
