Slaves are the lowest species among the Huns, one level lower than livestock. In the eyes of the Huns, slaves cannot be counted as objects, not even property. Those dirty and lazy slaves can neither bring them rewards.
, but also to eat and drink, the best slave is actually a dead slave. There are three sources of Huns slaves, one is captured in the war, whether Huns or Han; the second is bankrupt herdsmen; the third is criminal prisoners.
This approach is basically the same as that of the Han people, except that the Han people are relatively kinder.
Slaves are also the best cannon fodder. It is very necessary to use useless slaves to test the opponent's strength before a war. However, this proposal was rejected by Su Ren. As a later generation, he has a strong sense of human nature.
, those seemingly pitiful and honest convicts, son-in-laws, and poor peasants, no matter how you look at them, they are human beings. They are not stones and arrows that can only be used once. If they were lined up to be killed by the Huns, Su Ren would not be able to live with it.
This hurdle.
The Huns were not as kind as Su Ren. Their approach was very consistent with the ideas of everyone in this era. Since it was a war, people were bound to die. Rather than letting their warriors and herdsmen who could bring livestock and sheep die, it would be better to
Send those who have become dead. This will not only reduce your burden, but also increase the trouble for the enemy.
The order of the King of Juntun is very clear. As long as any slave can be the first to climb the wall of Yanmen Pass and come back alive, he will not only return their freedom, but also give them cattle, sheep, livestock, and even fine wine and beautiful women.
.So, the Huns’ slaves suddenly had light in their eyes, something that had never happened in previous wars.
Zuo Camp suffered heavy casualties due to the last incident, and the remaining ones were brought back to the camp by King Wu Jian with great efforts. However, the King of Juntun thought that they had lost the honor of the descendants of the Xiongnu god Sirius, and ordered the generals to
Except for those who could not be killed, all became slaves. Naturally, this also included Chake Qi’s family. When he was shackled, Chake Qi’s father still shouted that he was the leader of the Huluchuan tribe. Unfortunately, who
I won't listen to him either.
The heavy shackles made the originally chubby Chuck Qi miraculously become as skinny as a stick after half a month. The sagging skin made him look thirty years older. It also changed Chuck Qi's personality.
He no longer liked to talk and smile when meeting people. After his father and brother died one after another, Chuck became taciturn, sometimes not saying a word for a day or two.
There will be a battle tomorrow, because half of their shackles were removed this afternoon. Why do you say half? Because originally each of them had a pair of shackles, but now they have one pair. They are tied with Chuck Flag.
There was an old man with one eye and a broken arm. The two of them were silent from beginning to end, not saying a word or even looking at each other, even though they ate together and went to the toilet together.
Under the supervisor's whip, all the slaves stood up staggeringly from the dirty wasteland. Chuck Qi was not surprised by the slaves who were indifferent no matter how many whips they took, because he had seen those people more than once.
He is already dead, but he also escaped the ending of his head being missing, just like Chuck Qi’s father and brother, maybe they are secretly happy somewhere.
The overseer was rude and brutal. He kept cursing the slaves loudly and waving the whip in his hand. Chuck Flag was lucky enough to receive a blow, and there was no expression of pain or discomfort on his numb face. His feet were pulled by someone.
After moving for a moment, Zha Keqi quickly followed the pace of the old man who was bound by the same fate as him.
A large group of cavalry surrounded the slaves in a very small and crowded place. In the middle open space were a bunch of tattered leather armors and weapons with gaps scattered randomly. This was their armament.
Scanning the people around him with his big eyes, Chuck Qi understood that this little thing could not be used by everyone.
"Boy, hurry up when you do it. If you hold me back, you will be the first to be killed on the battlefield!" The old man's dull eyes showed coldness. Chuck Qi nodded silently and followed the old man.
Squeeze in, hoping to get as close as possible to the pile of junk.
A fat man wearing a golden helmet and riding a big horse appeared on the hillside not far away. Cha Keqi knew that man to death. He was the guy who brought their family from heaven to hell and stepped on them twice, their king.
, the King of Juntun. The King of Juntun was chattering and laughing. The more he talked, the more excited and proud he became. However, Cha Ke Qi didn’t hear a word. If the old man hadn’t pulled Cha Ke Qi back again, Cha Ke Qi would have
I will definitely rush forward and fight with that high and mighty king.
"Boy, what are you going to do? I will be the first to kill you later!" The old man gritted his teeth and stared at Chuck Qi fiercely.
After giving the order, the hardworking people went crazy and grabbed the pile of tattered armor. At this time, no one cared about who was around them. If you dare to hinder yourself, you will be beaten. If you die unfortunately, you deserve it. Chuck Qi was killed by the old man
Dragging and trying to survive in the crowd. He knew that he must not fall down at this time. Once he fell, he would never have a chance to get up.
The old man was unlucky. Before he could get closer, those tattered armors had already been snatched away, leaving him empty-handed. On the contrary, Chuck Qi picked up a handful from a guy who was trampled to death.
A scimitar with a handle. It is more like an iron bar than a scimitar. The battered appearance shows that this weapon is on the verge of being scrapped.
There are actually two Chinese characters on the iron sword. Although Cha Keqi doesn't recognize it, he can guess that the original owner of this sword must be a Han warrior, because from the back of the sword, it can be seen that it is newly made, and there are many gaps on it, so it must be
After killing an unknown number of people, he was picked up by the Huns.
Looking at the iron knife in Chuck Qi's hand, the old man reached out to grab it. When Chuck Qi slashed his arm with the knife, the old man stopped in horror. Chuck Qi didn't say anything, and the old man suddenly became wretched. There was blood on his arm.
Liu Ruzhu remained silent, and even smiled like Chuck Flag.
After getting the weapons, it was time to go to the battlefield. Driven by the cavalry and supervisors, the slaves, whether they had received the weapons or not, silently turned around and approached Yanmen Pass. They knew in their hearts that there were many slaves in the huge team.
Most people will die at Yanmen Pass, and they don't know who it is, as long as it's not them.
Chuck Qi walked hesitantly and followed dully. The old man beside him covered his arm with one hand and looked at Chuck Qi in a flattering manner. However, Chuck Qi was no longer the ignorant boy he was before. After staying in the slave camp for so long, he had already
With considerable understanding, as long as there is a chance, the old man will not hesitate and will pounce on him like a hungry wolf.
The Han army had already made preparations. Defending the city was the Han army's strength. For so many years, the Huns were unable to break through the Great Wall or cities guarded by the Han army, which prevented the Huns from further entering the territory of the Han Dynasty. And the Huns
After many battles, the Han people admired the Huns' horsemanship very much, but they had very strong self-confidence in siege battles no matter how cowardly the Han army was.
There was no engagement, no warning, not even a word. As soon as the Huns slaves rushed into the Han army's bow and arrow range, Liu Jian gave the order to release arrows. The black arrows were overwhelming, and the Huns without any protection were like
Bundles of crops were cut off by the roots with sharp sickles. However, the Huns did not give up and continued to rush to Yanmen Pass over the corpses of their companions.
Chuck Qi was being carried along and kept moving forward. His short stature naturally allowed him to block most of the arrows as he shuttled through the crowd. However, the old man couldn't keep up with the young man in strength. He would be out of breath after walking a few steps, which made Chuck
Qi Qi almost died several times under the arrows of the Han army. Once again he dodged an arrow, and Qi Qi turned to look at the old man.
"You, what do you want to do? Don't, don't, I'll do it to you..., ah...!"
Before the old man finished speaking, a huge pain came from the ankle, and the white bones of the chopped calf were exposed. The old man fell to the ground and howled loudly. Chuck Qi did not hesitate and chopped three times in succession.
Then he cut off the old man's calf. Without looking at the old man, he ducked into the crowd again.
Su Ren's chess skills have not improved at all, and he still has no chance of winning against Han Qing. Looking at the chess game in front of him, Su Ren's dragon was almost dismembered by Han Qing. As long as there are three or five more moves, even if Su Ren does not admit defeat, it will be meaningless.
.Han Qing drank tea and looked at Su Ren who was thinking seriously with a smile.
Mo Yu on the side curled his lips contemptuously: "What's the point of holding on for a few more days when you're bound to die?"
Su Ren rolled his eyes: "Watching the chess without saying anything is the behavior of a villain!"
Mo Yu said angrily: "As a general, the battle under the city has begun, but you are here playing chess. How can you be a gentleman?"
Su Ren touched his hand randomly and said to Han Qing: "No more, no more, this kid ruined the good game. This time it's a tie. Let's fight again tomorrow. Let Lao Huang and Man Niu guard the door. We can't
Let this villain come in, and it won’t be too late to compete again.”
"Shameless!" Mo Yu dropped these words and turned around to leave. The village leader who had been following Mo Yu looked puzzled and was slapped by Mo Yu: "Why are you still here? Come with me to the city.
Your people are fighting with our army, why don’t you go and take a look?”
Although Tuntou still didn't understand it very well, he still understood the two words. He couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly followed Mo Yu up the tower. The scene before him was something he had never seen before. Watching his people being killed
The Han army was staggering here and there with bursts of arrows, and screams and howls kept getting into his ears. The Tuntou couldn't help but think of his friend who was not a friend. He wanted to know if Cha Keqi was also under the city.
Among this group of people, I just hope that he was not hit by the arrow. (To be continued)
