"Twelve Lang eat dry food, in half a day, you will have to pass the mouth of Biandu, eat something, and have the strength to hold it out!"

After passing through Longyou, where the terrain is relatively good, the terrain is gradually getting higher, and the vegetation is becoming more and more scarce, often the whole mountain is bare green, which is a low weed, except for this grass, the trunk of a tree that is taller than a person has become an extremely rare thing.

Since the development of this road in the Han Dynasty, it has been navigable for nearly a thousand years, and although the people who pass through it will not die for a lifetime, they may always encounter such and such accidents. When Emperor Yang of Sui crossed the Qilian Mountain from here to Zhangye, he encountered heavy snowstorms along the way, and even the princesses who accompanied him died of cold and starvation.

Dugu Yanjing took the cold naan handed by his cousin, put it in his mouth and chewed it, without even drinking saliva. At this time, he has lost his squeamishness and temper, as long as he can survive, even if he eats the undigested cow dung, he will not hesitate at all.

From Chang'an to this place, it is a thousand miles away, and the long-distance journey to fill the army has given him a new understanding of his life. It turns out that not everyone is born to live comfortably, and it is a gift abused by God, no, it is a punishment. In the first twenty years, this kind of muddy life made him a completely wasted man, and now in order to survive, although he is working hard every day, and what he gets is only a mouthful of food that is difficult to fill his stomach, but he still feels that this is the experience that really makes him sober up.

The suffering and sins suffered along the way, Dugu Yanjing is not like most of his companions, he has no resentment, no complaints, just to be able to breathe a lot, sweat a lot and rejoice, enjoy. If it weren't for such an opportunity to join the army in the Western Regions, I'm afraid they would have become dry bones in the grave, brutally gnawed by thousands of unknown maggots.

The wound on Dugu Yanjing's back was not good, and it recurred from time to time, and there would always be pus slipping out of the holes left by various scars under the wounds that healed on the surface, and after a long time, he was so tired that his whole body emitted an unpleasant stench.

When the companions who filled the army together passed by Dugu Yanjing's side, they often covered their mouths and noses in disgust, as if taking more breaths was a kind of torture, and only his cousin Dugu Lian had always taken care of him. At first, he was not used to this sudden change of circumstances.

Before his house was raided, Dugu Yanjing was still a suave and suave nobleman, and everyone competed to make friends, and there were countless women who fell for him. Now, with all his aura gone, he's just a ragged, foul-smelling prisoner, that's all.

Dugu Yanjing's nose was a little sour, after all, people's hearts are flesh and blood, and the sudden change in identity and status will always give him a strong sense of discomfort, or an unreal sense of fantasy. But the dream was too cruel for him, and the nightmare sometimes woke up, but he never woke up.

"The wind is blowing!"

Suddenly, the guide shouted loudly in a thick accent.

"Quick, quick, hide in the ravine......"

This cry of urgency is not only a urge, but also a fear of death. Dugu Yanjing followed the team of men and horses down the hillside to a naturally formed ravine, but there were many people and chaos, and the speed was still as slow as a scalper.

However, the gale did not wait for anyone, and after the first gust of wind swept over, Dugu Yanjing subconsciously wrapped the tattered clothes on his body. At this time, it has entered the turn of spring and summer, and this simple ragged shirt is enough to shelter him from the wind and cold. However, the sudden rise of the wind at the mouth of Biandu was like the wind of the cold winter wax moon, blowing on the body as if it was being slashed by a cold knife again and again.

"Uncle, keep up with your nephew......"

Dugu Yanjing suddenly found that Uncle Tang's condition did not seem to be good, only to see him clutching his chest with a painful expression, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

"Leave me alone, Twelve Lang, you hurry down, if the wind arrives, the cattle and sheep can blow to the sky!"

Of course, this is just Dugu Lian's thoughts, he has never been to Hexi, naturally he has not walked this road, the terrible thing about the wind is not how huge, but the cold it swept in, if it is blown for half an hour in an unsheltered place, even if the strong man is afraid that there is only half a life left, and the one with a slightly worse physique will already die.

The guide is just the one who took the money to guide the way, so naturally he will not explain the terrible wind in Biandukou to them in every detail, and being able to warn them in advance and hide in a relatively safe place with the big guy is already the best they can do.

Where was Dugu Yanjing willing to give up this cousin who had been taking care of him and run for his life alone? Regardless of the risk of the wound on his back, he resolutely picked up Dugu Lian's hair and ran wildly towards the valley.

When the second gust of wind swept through the bitter cold, Dugu Yanjing and his cousin finally arrived at the bottom of the valley at the intersection of the two mountains. It's just that the bottom of this valley is not exactly a haven of refuge, the wind rolls down like ice crystals and snow foam beasts, although the strength is slightly attenuated, but the blow on the human body is still painful like pins and needles.

"Everyone gathers together to keep warm, so that they don't freeze to death......"

The guide was not alone, many of them were loudly warning the convicts of the headless rat string that if they continued to scurry like flies, they would all freeze to death sooner or later.

Eventually, the prisoners fell silent, huddled together as they crouched on the ground to the goats facing the blizzard. The closer you are to the middle, the safer you are, and the more you are on the edge, the more likely you are to survive until the cold wind ends.

Unfortunately, Dugu Yanjing and Dugu Lian could only curl their bodies on the periphery because of the delay on the way down the valley.

However, Dugu Lian's face became more and more pale, and his expression had been distorted and deformed.

"Uncle, you, what's wrong with you?"

Dugu Lian was out of breath and said intermittently:

"My chest, there has always been a pain in the past recently, who knows, who knows that the heavens are damned, the wind of the heavens is early, it doesn't blow early, it doesn't blow late, but it's ...... at this time"

Another gust of wind swept over, Dugu Lian didn't take a breath and hung his back to breathe, and the remaining half of the words naturally swallowed into his stomach with the wind and snow.

Seeing that Uncle Tang's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Dugu Yanjing finally let go of all his self-esteem and arrogance, and pleaded with his companions and clansmen around him:

"I beg you, do well, let my cousin go inside, I can save my cousin's life, I have to repay ...... even if I am a cow and a horse."

The wind of ghosts crying and wolf howls suddenly rose again, completely drowning out Dugu Yanjing's words. In fact, no matter how Dugu Yanjing screamed out his throat, no one paid attention to this pair of uncles and nephews who had been excluded from the margins.

Don't look at the Dugu family is a big family that has lasted for hundreds of years, from the Northern Monday to the Tang Dynasty, it is a big family, but now after the fall, even people of the same clan will only watch coldly, and it is already a blessing to fall into the well without lifting their feet, let alone reaching out and pulling people.

But Dugu Yanjing encountered the worst situation, originally he and his cousin were not on the outside, but this shout attracted the attention of the people in the outer circle, and a prisoner with the appearance of a Hu man actually dragged the half-dead Dugu Lian out.

When Dugu Yanjing was angry, the old wounds on his body did not heal for a long time, and two ordinary adult men couldn't beat him, let alone the Hu man.

For the sake of his cousin, he endured all his anger and squeezed out, trying to block the biting wind for his cousin with his body, but it had little effect......

For two hours, before the sun set in the west, the wind finally stopped, and the convicts who were huddled together finally moved, one, two, three...... They stand up and stretch their muscles, but some will never be able to stand up.

Almost everyone who stood up noticed that someone around them had not survived the biting wind. Dugu Yanjing maintained a posture for a long time, lying on Dugu Lian's body motionless, and Hu Ren, who had pushed their uncle and nephew to the outermost circle, kicked him twice fiercely, without any movement.

Hu Ren spat disdainfully.

"Short-lived ghost, death is more than innocent!"

The fluency in Chinese proves that although they were born with a bearded face, they are people who have lived in Chang'an for a long time, and even were born and raised in Chang'an...... In the past 100 years, countless Turks, Tielers, Khitans and even people from the west of the Western Regions have joined the Tang Dynasty.

Only 300 soldiers were in charge of escorting the 3,000 prisoners, and in normal times, in order to control the prisoners, the escort guards did not give them enough food and water, and the prisoners were always struggling to stay alive. In this way, even if the prisoners tried to escape, or even rioted, they would not be the opponents of the soldiers.

However, after thousands of calculations, it was impossible to calculate that the Heavenly Father would exert his might in the middle of the road, but unfortunately, these three hundred soldiers died in this wind disaster, and only a few dozen people were injured and could stand up.

The violent prisoners realized the opportunity and began to move, and the first person to attack was the Hu man who kicked Dugu Yanjing twice.

One of the guards tried to stop him from abusing the frozen corpses of the prisoners, but the Hu people, apparently realizing that the escort guards were already alone, unexpectedly pulled a horizontal knife from the soldier's waist and stabbed him in the stomach with lightning speed.

This time used up the strength of Hu Ren's whole body, and the horizontal knife sank into the abdomen of the soldier......

With this opening, the surrounding prisoners also clamored.

Hu Ren pulled out his bloody horizontal knife and shouted:

"This is the opportunity given to us by God, to kill them all* and rebel against ......"