Am I dead?

When he regained consciousness, he seemed to be in the void, full of darkness, and soft, light.

Only the wrists of both hands came with bone-piercing pain.

Suddenly, his whole body was cold, and with a spirit, he finally opened his eyes, and the miserable white light was extremely dazzling, and it took a long time to distinguish the people and things around him.

A group of people surrounded Kuss and pointed at him.

Ku Si Lao completely understood his situation, it turned out that he was actually hung alive on the wooden frame, and the sharp pain in his wrists came from the pull of the rope and his own weight.

The most humiliating thing still fell on Kusilao's head, and as soon as the thought of being captured poured out, it was like tens of thousands of ants gnawing at his body and heart.

Until now, he can't even choose death, and he has become a prisoner of the great cannibal, the greatest shame on the road to the revival of the Persian Empire.

Once, my father was proud of him all the time, and from now on, he will always maintain himself!

Ku Si Lao hated why he didn't kill himself a moment before he lost consciousness, and now he fell into the hands of the Great Cannibal, and all that awaited him was endless humiliation.

Some of these people in front of them spoke Persian and Turkic, and they didn't hear the language of the Great Cannibal, and their dress was very different from that of the Great Cannibal, and their style was more like the steppe barbarians in the middle of the river.

It seems that the captives are still the local Turkic people who were migrated by the Great Cannibals, and it is much better to fall into their hands than directly into the hands of the Great Cannibals.

Ku Si Lao comforted himself like this, although he had more than once sprouted the will to live and die, but there was still an instinctive desire to live in his heart.

"If you hand me over to the Persians, you will surely receive innumerable treasures and goods!"

The Turks who surrounded Kusilao and guarded him obviously had no one in charge, and although they understood his words, no one could respond.

He was hung like this, until around the time the sun set, when finally a man who looked like a leader came.

Surrounded by a crowd of people, the leader conversed with him in broken Persian.

"How much can they come up with? Persian merchants are notoriously stingy and timid, will they pay an extra dinar for you, a captured incompetent......?

The other party obviously didn't seem to be talking to Kuth about the conditions, but just humiliated him wantonly.

Of course, maybe the other party doesn't know the true identity of Ku Silao, but he doesn't dare to say it, if he says it, he doesn't know how much trouble will be waiting for him.

In desperation, Kusi Lao had to bow his head and endure both physical and mental pain.

Fortunately, the Turks did not want his life, and before it was dark, someone came to feed him some water and forcibly poured half a bowl of foul-tasting paste.

With these things, you can survive a difficult night.

Kuth wanted to beg the other party to put him down, if he was hung overnight, maybe his two arms would have to be completely destroyed.

However, although the Turks were interested in saving his life, they did not care whether he lived or died.

"The great cannibal said that a living Persian captive is worth a hundred dinars, but the dead can only be exchanged for ten, but this stupid Persian donkey must not be allowed to die, do you hear?"

The Persians used to curse people with donkeys, and they did not expect that the Turks would learn it after migrating to this land.

Fortunately, the Turks did not plan to spend the night in the wilderness, but had to rush back to the camp of the tribe overnight, so Kusi Lao was naturally let down, and the ropes around his wrists were tied to the saddle of a cavalryman.

Elder Kuth was dragged along, staggering through the woods.

The war horse could not run in the woods, and he was saved from the greater pain of being dragged along.

All night, when the day was bright, Kuth was surprised to find that they had stepped out of the woods, and into the open meadows, and a river meandered in the dazzling sunlight...... Everything is beautiful and unreal.

Kuslao was not subjected to much abuse, and once he entered the camp, he was thrown into the pit where the prisoners were held.

The pit is only half a person high, but the edge of the pit is nailed with a dense fence with a bowl mouth more than a person high, and the four walls of the pit are obviously simply compacted, but it is a dream to dig out the soil and escape.

There were about a dozen people in the simple dirt, and the pit was full of feces and urine stains, which was supposed to be the work of these people.

But at this time, Ku Si Lao had no psychological bad environment, and he fell to the ground and planned to sleep well, he was too tired and tired.

There were no Persians among the captives, most of them were Khazars, and there were even great cannibals.

I don't know how long it took, but Kusi felt hungry and thirsty, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them.

Suddenly, a few drops of water fell on his face, and it was raining, and Ku Silao opened his mouth greedily, enjoying this rare rain. But there was a sparse laughter in his ears, and he suddenly realized that the rain was actually warm, and tried to open his eyes, only to see a bearded Khazarian unbuttoning his pants and urinating on himself.

The Khazars smiled presumptuously, leaning forward and leaning back, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth.

The anger made Kusilao's body instantly full of strength, and suddenly he burst onto the ground, and then flew up with a kick at lightning speed, hitting the still dripping water under the Khazar's crotch.

There was a terrible scream, and the bearded Khazar fell to the ground with a bang, curled up in pain.

This scene was exchanged for a larger laugh.

The captives were also of the rank of three, six, nine, and so on, and the bearded Khazar was obviously not very popular, and no one even came to see if he was alive or dead.

But the power of Kusilao's burst had been exhausted, and the whole person collapsed on the ground of the dirt pit, panting weakly.

The screams did not attract the attention of the Turks, perhaps they were already surprised.

A small door in the wooden fence was opened, and someone carried a wooden bucket and poured steaming paste food into a large clay pot at the bottom of the pit. Pasty food fell from a great height, splashing everywhere, and gradually filling a whole pot with gravel and dirt.

Feeding pigs and dogs is nothing more than that.

Old Kusi had already eaten this kind of food last night, and although it was unpalatable, it was something that could save his life after all.

He crawled as hard as he could, hoping to eat a few bites before the captives ran out of food.

Suddenly, a slightly immature voice sounded in front of him.

"Here you go, eat, you can't rob them!"

A broken pottery shard the size of a palm was placed in front of Kusilao, and it contained shallow food like a pig and a dog.