Chapter 1 The Big Thief (Three Strikes) Maybe it was because he was too tired from the journey, maybe because he drank too much. After the two teenagers were helped into their respective felt bags, they immediately began to snore. The female slaves lowered the gauze curtain in front of the bed.
, pressed the charcoal on the fire, walked backwards out of the tent door
"You guys wait in the tent next to me. If you two adults need it, I will summon you at any time!" He Bulan, who was walking at the end of the team, swallowed his saliva and commanded the four female slaves in a pretentious manner. They were all very charming. Unfortunately,
He could only look at it and not have the right to eat it. The two young men inside the felt bag had the right to eat it, but they were as drunk as two pigs.
"Yes, sir!" The female slaves knelt down and saluted, then retreated into a low burlap tent next to the guest's felt bag. Such a thin tent would certainly not be able to block the cold wind of the autumn night, but they were all brought from the war.
Prisoners are not eligible to choose their residence
"Unfair!" Hebulan spat on the ground, angrily thinking that Ashina Queyu had given him the job of greeting distinguished guests. Hebulan clearly knew the inner meaning of the so-called greeting and he needed to be in Queyu.
Before his little patience was exhausted, he tried his best to persuade, seduce, coerce and even beg the two teenagers who were several years younger than him to stay. Only in this way could Master Queyu be satisfied. Only in this way could he be promoted to the first level.
level, get rid of the identity of a retinue
When I was in the Central Plains, I also read a lot of poetry and books. Although I didn't get any fame, I was still considered a rising star in the nearby villages. I had always been served by others, but I had never done anything like serving others. The more I thought about it, the more breathless I became, and my steps were fast.
Moving in the felt bag door
"If it weren't for that damn county magistrate, wouldn't he just write a poem and make fun of your daughter's ugliness? You wouldn't be so immoral and wicked!" Thinking of his life in the Central Plains, he couldn't help but regret it. To be honest, the county magistrate
The lord's daughter is not too ugly, but she is just young and frivolous, and she is just trying to do whatever she wants, and she receives a conscription order within a few days. Growing up, a person who can't even kill a chicken goes to the battlefield to show off with a machete. Isn't that just looking for death?
With no choice, he had to become a deserter and followed a few young people from his hometown to escape from the Great Wall. Now he fell into the hands of a group of rough people who did not read poetry and were unreasonable.
While he was worried, there was sudden movement in the guest room on the left. "Is there anyone there?", the drunk guest shouted rudely.
"Sir, what are your orders?" He Bulan rushed in as quickly as possible, nodding and bowing and asking.
"It's okay, I, I just don't know if my horse is taken care of? Horse, the horse has to eat night grass, add, add night water!" Li Xu struggled to sit up from the felt, the smell of alcohol on his body was so bad
Feeling nauseous
"Don't worry, your and Lord Xu's mounts have been put into the stables dedicated to the adults. There are three grooms there taking turns to serve and feed them with the best wheat, beans and fodder as Lord Queyu has ordered!" He Bulan!
He replied in a low voice, and began to murmur in his stomach again, "His grandma, what kind of world is this? Horses eat more delicately than people!"
"Yes!" Li Xu nodded with satisfaction, sat up unsteadily, and put his arm on He Bulan's shoulders: "Why are you alone here? Where are the others?"
"There are still a few female slaves in the short tent next to it. Would you like me to ask them to sleep with you?" He Bulan smiled with his face and looked into Li Xu's eyes. He saw a pair of meaningful eyes, and he immediately got chicken skin on his body.
"This lord is not as good as Long Yang!" he thought in panic, not daring to make eye contact with Li Xu again.
"Brother is Han, what's your surname?" Li Xu put his arm around He Bu Lan's shoulders and slowly stood up. Because he drank too much wine, his body was very heavy and almost pushed He Bu Lan to the ground.
He Bulan was even more panicked. He used to be conceited about his appearance, but now he wishes he would be uglier. He twisted his body and stuttered in reply: "I don't dare. My surname is Pan Han, and my name is Pan Zhanyang. He is also Han.
I don’t know where your hometown is?”
"Shanggu Li Zhongjian!" Li Xu replied briefly, turning his body and grabbing He Bulan's neck from the back with his arms, "Are there any soldiers besides you?"
He Bulan was so depressed that his face turned purple, and he wanted to shout for help, but he saw Li Xu's other hand touching the weird scimitar hanging on the wall of the felt bag. He did not have the courage to test the sharpness of the scimitar with his neck.
He took a deep breath and begged stammeringly: "My lord, my lord, don't, don't, I'm holding it in, I'm suffocating it to death!"
"Speak quickly, or I will kill you with a knife, and then frame you for stealing my jewelry!" Li Xu lowered his voice and threatened to use force against someone weaker than him for the first time. He pretended not to be fierce at all, but he was taller than him.
He was close to the opponent, and he was standing behind the opponent, so he didn't show his weakness.
He Bulan knew that the bastard behind him would definitely be able to keep his word. If he killed him with one knife, Lord Queyu would never blame the distinguished guest in his heart for being a slave. He rolled his eyes several times and couldn't think of a way to escape, so he had to answer honestly.
He said: "No, Mr. Queyu has no arrangements. Only the city gates are closed at night during night patrols. You, you can't escape!"
"Take me to Xu Xianzhe's room!" Li Xu put down the divination screen and ordered with a knife against his vest.
"Why am I so unlucky!" He Bulan secretly complained in his stomach. Today is really a lucky day. If the two young masters run away, his body will definitely be hung outside the wooden city tomorrow morning.
Just as he was thinking about a plan to escape, the tent door suddenly opened, and Xu Xianzhe, who had been drunk to the mud, flashed in like a civet cat.
"Brother Maogong!" Li Xu let out a low cry in surprise. He knew that Xu Dayan was not drunk. Except for the time when he talked about Eru's marriage, no one had ever seen Xu Dayan really drunk. But he did not expect that Xu Dayan was really drunk.
Eyes and himself cooperated so well. As soon as he made some move, Xu Big Eyes immediately slipped over.
"You made such a big noise, even the dead pig was woken up by you. Ask him to call those women in, and tell him that you need to choose one of them to sleep with!" Xu Maogong glanced at Li Xu, complained in a low voice, and took it off from behind.
He shook a bow at Hebu Lan and said, "If you want to run, just run. See if our two brothers can shoot accurately, you will be the faster one!"
"Don't run, don't run!" He Bulan's face was covered with sweat, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He did have the idea of running away while calling a few women to enter the tent, but he didn't expect that as soon as he turned his eyes,
Xu Xianzhe saw the clues that Master Fuli had shot down Master Queyu's black eagle. He had already heard the news. If the two of them teamed up to shoot him, He Bulan knew that even if he had nine lives, he would still be lying on the ground.
"Go quickly and let them come into the tent for Master Fuli to choose from!" Xu Dayan pushed He Bulan on the shoulder and ordered in a low voice.
He Bu Lan was forced, so he had to go tremblingly. Xu Maogong stared at his back and told Li Xu without looking back, "I just counted that the distance between the two patrols is half a stick of incense."
Pack your things quickly, we will find a way to rush out immediately after stealing the horse!"
Several female slaves had long heard Li Xu talking in the felt bag, but the walls of the felt bag were too thick, and Li Xu and He Bulan spoke all in Chinese. They couldn't figure out what they were talking about, and they didn't dare to mess up.
Guessing what the distinguished guest meant, he heard He Bulan calling everyone to enter the tent for the distinguished guest to choose. They looked at each other silently, and then got up in a hesitant manner.
It is common practice in Turks for the master to treat guests and let female slaves serve the guests. Since their tribes were wiped out by the Turks, the female slaves cannot complain about the injustice of their fate. They can only pray silently every day that a kind-hearted guest will value them and treat them as their own.
Even though the status of a concubine is low, it is better than serving countless strange men every month.
'Today this young man seems to be compassionate!' The female slaves prayed in their hearts and followed Hebulan into the guest's tent.
"Quickly, give a gift to the master!" He Bulan ordered hurriedly
"May the Immortal God bless the master with good health!" The female slaves knelt down and worshiped, trying to show off their better figures.
"Uh, don't look up!" An apologetic reply came from the front. All the female slaves were stunned. Then they felt a pain in the back of their heads and fell down on the carpet.
"Tie their hands and feet, and gag their mouths with cloth!" Xu Dayan waved the scimitar in his hand towards Hebu Lan and ordered.
"What kind of distinguished guest is this? He is more skilled than a robber!" He Bulan muttered in his heart, squatting down and helping Li Xu tie up the female slaves one by one, then tore off the strips of cloth from the quilt and stuffed their mouths.
Xu Dayan looked outside the felt bag through the crack in the door. When another group of patrolling Turkic soldiers had gone far, he turned around and ordered: "Take us to Queyu's stables, we need good horses!"
Li Xu packed his luggage beside him, put the horn bow his uncle had given him behind his back, raised the scimitar and pressed it against Hebulan's waist. Hebulan felt the coldness from the tip of the knife piercing his clothes, and shrank forward.
Shrinking his body, he moved out of the tent shivering.
Xu Dayan chose the timing very well. Almost no one noticed their presence. The Turks were invincible on the grassland, so the soldiers were not very vigilant at night. After walking quietly for a while, the three of them came to the room reserved for high-ranking officials and nobles.
In front of the stable, Xu Dayan ducked in sideways. Within a moment, the restless sound of war horses came from the stable.
"There are two grooms, and they were knocked unconscious by me! One man and two horses, choose the horse!" Xu Dayan's figure flashed out from the crack of the door and whispered an order
"Uncle?" He Bulan exclaimed in a low voice. Xu Dayan's order obviously included himself, but he was an innocent scholar and had never done such a despicable thing.
"Do you want to be silenced by me, or do you want to be tied to the back of a horse by Que Yu and dragged to death?" Xu Dayan's eyes widened and he asked with murderous intent.
"I'm forced to have no choice!" He Bulan secretly lamented his paleness and stretched out his hand to the horse's reins. Xu Dayan made sense. If he didn't leave, the two distinguished guests would have no choice but to kill and silence them. Even if the two distinguished guests showed mercy,
, Que Yu asked about the crime of leading others to steal horses, and what awaited him was still the word death.
"It's pity that our Pan family has been innocent for generations!" He said, "No," the scholar Pan Zhanyang trembled, panting heavily and climbed onto the horse's back.
There were about twenty horses in the stable. Heifeng, whom Li Xu had won from Que Yu, was tied upstream. When the owner touched it in the middle of the night, Heifeng snorted in a low voice and slapped Li Xu on the face with his neck.
Get scratched
"Take us to the gate. If anyone asks, just tell me that Master Queyu gave the order!" Xu Dayan jumped on a horse that looked good from the Western Regions, took another one in his hand, and ordered
"This, I'm afraid this is not appropriate!" Pan Zhanyang (He Bulan) suddenly became brave and answered sitting on his horse
Xu Da's eyes flashed, and he reached out to touch the knife at his waist. Pan Zhanyang (He Bu Lan) grabbed him and shouted in a low voice: "I, I mean, set, set a fire."
"Set fire?" Xu Dayan asked approvingly. He had never thought of such a vicious method. The Turkic camp was made of wood. If a fire was set off, the entire camp might be destroyed.
"First, find a few secluded places to set fire to. Then, we will take advantage of the chaos and run. When we get to the door, I, I will pretend to pass the order. You kill people and seize the door!" Pan Zhanyang (He Bulan) stuttered, but his meaning was expressive.
Got to be clear
"This is the most secluded place!" Xu Dayan jumped off the horse, grabbed a few straws, and tied them to the tail of the horse closest to him.
Seeing that Xu Dayan decided to take action, Li Xu immediately dismounted to help him. He had been used to doing rough work since he was a child. He tied up straw bales and carried three of them one at a time. In a short time, all the horses except the three people's mounts had their tails tied with straw.
bundle
"This, they forced me to do this. No, it's nothing to do with me!" Pan Zhanyang (He Bulan) pulled out the dagger from the middle of his boot, jumped forward and cut off Li Xu's horse's reins one by one. Xu Dayan each picked up a dagger.
The pine wood used to illuminate the stable first lit the straw on the ground, and then swept it along the horse's butt one by one.
"Xi Liu Liu!" The frightened war horses let out a mournful neigh and rushed out of the stable. One, two, three, fifteen, or six fine horses carefully bred by the Turks dragged their flaming tails around the camp.
Running around
"Enemy attack!" Xu Dayan shouted in Turkic language, grabbed a torch and jumped on his horse, and lit a firewood pile nearby.
"Enemy attack!" Li Xuzhao painted a gourd, rode on Heifeng's back, and quickly ignited a stream of flames.
"Okay, that's great, protect Mr. Queyu!" Pan Zhanyang (He Bulan) knew that even if he did not participate in arson today, he would still light the sky lantern after being caught. He stammered and shouted, putting the hand in his hand
The torch is specially placed next to the shepherd's stable.
"It's on fire, it's on fire!" There was a shout in the distance, and several fire heads burned in different places, frightening the soldiers on guard at night into a panic. They couldn't care about this side but not that side.
Xu Dayan, Li Xu, and He Bulan galloped their horses and rushed straight to the gate of the camp. There was not much firewood tied to the tails of the frightened horses. It looked scary in the dark, unless they happened to light the haystacks prepared by the Turks for their livestock to survive the winter.
, otherwise, the flame will not last long at all.
They must escape before the Turks regain their composure from the chaos. Deliberately setting a fire is the most hated crime on the grassland. Even if the Khan's son sets a fire, he will only die if he is caught.
It was as if there were gods protecting the place, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger everywhere. Not only near Queyu's stable, but also in the depths of the camp, red lights appeared in several places. Thick smoke mixed with sparks shot up, almost lighting up.
half of the night sky
"It seems that someone is helping to set the fire?" Pan Zhanyang (He Bulan) wanted to shake his head in surprise. He drove out this ridiculous idea. Except for two daring teenagers, who would dare to stroke Lord Queyu's tiger beard these days?
The back basket was so big that if Que Yu caught him, he would probably have to chop it up alive. His grandma's pain seemed to be quite irritating. He whipped his mount a few times and followed Xu Dayan closely.
The camp was in chaos, with horns, cries, orders from superiors, and footsteps of soldiers coming and going. In the chaos and darkness, no one noticed that Li Xu, Xu Dayan and He Bulan were fishing in troubled waters.
"You, go protect Lord Queyu's stable!" Xu Dayan pointed his riding whip at a group of herdsmen and ordered in Turkic language. Before the slaves could react, three people and six riders rushed over and quickly merged into the shadows.
"Who is he and how can he order us?" someone asked his companions in a low voice.
"Didn't you see that Peter's bridle? Who else could be riding that pelt?" Someone smart explained loudly, picked up a bucket and a wooden fork, and ran towards the brightest spot of the flames.
"Ashina Queyu, this is what I repay you for!" Li Xu looked back at the flames for a long time, and his heart was filled with the joy of revenge. No matter whether he escapes tonight or not, Ashina Queyu will pay for his conspiracy.
paid the price
In the sudden firelight, he seemed to see Tao Kuo's holy body again.
"Dew Couple, this word is so beautiful. You Han people are so smart that you can come up with such interesting words!" The girl smiled, with an expression of fascination on her face.
