At this time, Ku Si Lao didn't care about anything else, and he ate up the disgusting paste food in three or two bites. After wiping his mouth twice, he noticed that the person who gave him food was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who looked and dressed as a Khazar from the north.

Kusi Lao couldn't help but wonder in his heart, since the Turks had moved to the northwest of Khorasan, where the water and grass were fertile, and there were no competitors, why should they be enemies of the Khazars?

"Have you eaten enough? I'll give you some more ......."

After saying that, the young man did not wait for Ku Si Lao's consent, so he snatched the broken pottery shard and brought him a shallow paste of food.

This time, Ku Si Lao did not rush to eat, but pushed back.

"Thank you, you can eat some too, why did the Turks arrest you?"

Curiosity prevailed, and he wanted to know where the Khazars came from.

The young man didn't insist, and he ate all the food in three or two bites, wiped his mouth and said:

"These Turks are the eagle dogs of the great cannibals, and it is said that the big people in the tribe have sheltered the rebellion of the big cannibals, and they, they will ask the Turks to kill all the Khazars on the edge of Haizi!"

Kuth Lao felt a pang in his heart, although the young man said it lightly, as if the Khazars were goats to be kneaded. In fact, with the fierceness and bravery of the Khazars, even when the Persian Empire was at its strongest, there was no way to deal with them, and now these Turks are doing this, which shows that the pressure of cannibalism is also very great.

Generally speaking, the greater the persecution, the greater the resistance. But perhaps the Great Cannibals had merchant qualities in their bones, and they were tempting the Turks on the one hand and seducing them on the other.

For example, the most scarce goods of the steppe nomads.

From the dead to the captives, the price is clearly marked, and as long as you get it, you can go to the local government office of the big food to exchange for the corresponding reward.

As a result, they work harder and harder.

Ku Si Lao has studied the big cannibals thoroughly, knows their usual methods, and now he is deeply in the hands of the big cannibal eagle dogs, and he doesn't know whether it is lucky or unlucky.

All in all, his identity has not been revealed, otherwise the Turks would have taken him in exchange for a high reward.

"Don't you want to escape, are you willing to be treated like pigs and dogs here?"

There was a hint of sadness on the boy's face.

"My relatives have died at the hands of the Turks, and if I escape, I will be homeless, even if I am not starved to death, I will still be taken into slavery, it is better to eat and drink here with the Turks......"

Kuth Lao didn't understand the young man's thoughts, but when he looked at the Khazar captives who were fighting for a little pig and dog-like food, he understood.

What else can be done? When he was holding a weapon, he could not escape this tragic fate, could he still turn over after becoming a prisoner?

Thinking of this, Kuth sat down on the ground dejectedly.

"You're a Persian?"

The boy tilted his head and looked at him curiously.

Ku Silao nodded silently, in acknowledgement.

By this time, the chaotic rush was over, and the attention of the Khazar captives returned to the new captive.

The bearded strong man who had just been hit hard in the crotch stood up crookedly, and seemed to be in great pain when he walked, obviously not lightly injured by the full force of Ku Silao. But this is also the humiliation of him taking his own blame and urinating on people, and it is already a blessing that he did not ask for his life.

"Persians, come here, let's duel!"

Ku Si Lao looked at him staggeringly, with a contemptuous look in his eyes, not to mention that this person has suffered a heavy blow now, even if there is no physical problem at all, he can easily subdue him.

Zamas's affection for Kuth Lao is reflected in the expectations of him, so he has trained his martial arts skills since he was a child, and even the strongest fighters may not be able to defeat him.

What's more, Ku Si Lao had a fight with that bearded man, and knew that his ability was limited to that, so he did not hide his emotions.

The strong man was obviously stimulated and wanted to rush up and fight with Kusilao, but he only ran a few steps before falling to the ground in pain.

This time, everyone stopped laughing, and silently watched the strong man struggling in pain.

Without warning, Kuth said aloud in Khazarian language:

"Do you want to be forever treated as slaves by the Turks and the Great Cannibals, and as the bravest warriors of the steppe, are you willing to be raised day and night like pigs and dogs?"

For a moment, the sound of talking that was still high and low disappeared, and was replaced by silence, death-like silence, only the cool night breeze blowing gently.

After a long time, someone said:

"Persian, weren't you also captured and kept like pigs and dogs?"

Old Kuth raised his eyebrows, patted his chest, and said loudly:

"As long as this life is still there, I will never give up and fight all enemies to the death!"

After a pause, he looked around at the Khazar captives, and although he couldn't see their faces clearly, he could still feel that there was a breath in everyone's hearts.

"Tomorrow morning, I will crawl out, fight with the Turks, die happily, it is better than living in such a humiliating life, if I can escape, it is the great and omnipotent God who is giving me the protection of this small person!"

Surprisingly, the boy who had brought food to Kusi Lao before was the first to speak.

"I'm willing to go with you, Persian, am I okay?"

Elder Kuth nodded heavily, and then his gaze fell on the bearded man who was curled up on the ground.

"What about you, instead of fighting me here, it is better to fight with the Turks, and once you get out of danger, it is not too late for you and me to have another dignified duel!"

The strong man hesitated for a moment, but even nodded, took a breath and said:

"As you said, keep this account in mind!"

The Khazar captives were amazed that this Persian could speak the Khazarian language, and their favorability and identification with him were even greater, and some people couldn't help but echo him.

"Desperate, desperate, Khazarian warriors are not cowards!"

However, courage is one thing, and if you really have to fight the Turks, you can't just do it brutely.

Seeing that most of the people agreed with him, he told them that at least two stakes the thickness of the bowl must be loosened before dawn in order to climb out of the tightly clamped fence.

The Khazars had no choice, the pit was rammed all around, so how easy was it to loosen the stakes nailed around it?

But Kusi Lao believed that things were man-made, and that even if the city wall had been tamped, wouldn't it collapse? Not to mention the surroundings of this improvised hastily compacted earth pit!

However, without water, they really had no way to take the tamped place, so they could only aim at the wooden stake nailed to it.