Two destined people only need to look at each other to understand whether they are a group or not. So, Jack was ashamed to say to Jiaoda:

"Uncle Jiao, it turns out that your old man still concealed such a hand. ”

Jiao Da smiled, seeming to be confessing.

The Joker clenched his fist apologetically. Jiao Dayi waved his hand, indicating that he was not impressed.

Seeing that Jiao Da's actions were so atmospheric and gentle, Jack followed up even more brazenly:

"Old man, you turned out to be a house slave of the Hu people!"

Raider and Qingwen were shocked again, I don't know what is wrong with these men, the preface does not match the afterword, and, it seems, there is a tacit understanding and mutual cover between them, which makes the raider and Qingwen obviously confused.

Uncle Jiao said, "Why do you let your little rabbit know about this?"

Jack snorted at the clown, who wished he had slipped into the cracks in the ground.

Jack asked, "Uncle Jiao, you are now in Cao Ying's heart in Han, am I right?"

Uncle Jiao frowned, stopped Jack, and said:

"My second master, we can't talk nonsense in the daytime, in Southern Zhou. ”

Seeing that Jiao Da was so humorous, Jack would make fun of himself and Jack, and couldn't help laughing, and he didn't see anything outside.

Raider and Qingwen, look at me, I look at you, the eyes in their eyes at the moment must be saying that this is simply being played by a few of them.

Uncle Jiao nodded and said, "My little master, you look down by yourself, I won't explain." ”

Jack nodded.

The Joker continues to lead Jack's train of thought up the river into the old horse's memory.

At this moment, the little slave finally carried half a bucket of water to his master, the leader of the Hu people.

The chief was not surprised, but humbly conceded the half bucket of water, and said:

"Help my horses. ”

The mare is standing not far away, and there is not even a tree to lean on, and the mare is very weak at this time, standing in place and shaking, it can be seen that it will not be able to support it.

The little slave poured water into the cauldron and tried to boil, and here he saw several soldiers waiting for the leader to rest.

The chief, seeing that he was paying attention to himself, waved his hand, and then pointed to the mare again.

The little slave's eyes moistened, you know, on the battlefield, human life is not scarce, and the leader does not care about his life at all at this moment, I don't know if it is because of the discouragement of defeat, or because he wants to leave his energy to his favorite mare.

The little slave wiped his tears, this withdrawal was almost annihilated, and the number of 100,000 troops who escaped was only a few columns, presumably, his master was already dead at the moment.

However, even if the current master does not want to serve himself, even if the master has lost the courage to return to the Central Plains, he must faithfully and wholeheartedly carry out the orders given to him by his master, that is, to take care of this mare who is about to give birth.

The little slave went up to the mare and stuck his only weapon, a spear, deep into the ground, so that the mare could be used as a railing in the stable, at least leaning on it when she was tired and in pain.

The mare's whole body was trembling, I don't know if it was because it was too much consumption on the battlefield, or because it was about to give birth at this moment, the little slave touched the horse's mane, and it was wet, as if a layer of water droplets were hanging.

This is the mare's sweat when she is trying to protect herself.

When the boiling water was boiled, the little slave asked two soldiers to help him pour all the boiling half bucket of water from the cauldron back into the wooden bucket. Then he tore his coat into broken steps, put it on his shoulder, and carried the bucket of water to the mare.

At midnight, the steppe was very cold, and at this moment, in order not to reveal the military situation, after dinner, the leader ordered all bonfires to be extinguished.

After a while, the people got up in twos and threes and drove north.

The little slave hurriedly ran back from the mare to report. A leather whip mark that struck firmly on the turf in front of him. The little slave looked up and saw that sitting on a horse was his master, the leader of the Hu people.

The little slave looked up, tears streaming down his face, as if he was about to pray for something, but he did not say anything.

The leader of the Hu people took a cloth towel from his neck, threw it to the little slave, and then, after a code word, suddenly let out a long, leisurely whistle to the sky.

The whistle sounded like a wolf barking. So much so that on this seemingly barren prairie, a poignant and high-pitched wolf howl came from several directions at once, which may be an echo of this whistle, but more like greeting its own kind.

The leader of the Hu people looked into the distance and spoke to the little slave.

This heart language is a god-like tantric communication, telepathy, and no resort to language at all.

When the little slave heard the message passed to him by the leader of the Hu people, he burst into tears and threw himself on the ground and knelt down.

The leader of the Hu people did not look back, he climbed under his feet, beat his horse and left, and behind, followed by the stragglers of the Hu army and fled to the north together.

At this time, Jack came back to his senses, and he glanced at the clown, as if he had doubts. The Joker looked back at Jack, and then, with a grim face, nodded at Jack.

Jack looked at Jiao Da again. Uncle Jiao shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You don't have to ask, what you guess is the truth. ”

Jack looked at Jiao Da questioningly, and then asked, "Why were you left behind?"

Jiao Da thought for a moment, and then, he muttered, "Maybe it's because the mare needs me." ”

Jack nodded.

Then Jack asked, "Are you willing to accept this abandonment?"

Uncle Jiao was not without emotion, but his tone was still as calm as usual, and said:

"I'm willing. For I love the mare more than my head. For my chief loves the mare more than he wants to win the battle. ”

Jack nodded, admiring in his heart, this is called the story between the gentlemen. In his heart, Jack has been infected and touched by something, he can't tell what kind of passion it is, but he knows that what he should do is to identify with this spirit.

Yes, a leader is willing to lose his cronies for his war horse, and a small slave can stay on the battlefield for the master's war horse, this is indeed a story between men and sons.

This little slave is Uncle Jiao, when Uncle Jiao was young. Uncle Jiao turned out to be a member of the Hu family, but what kind of fate left him in the Central Plains, and he became the enemy of his tribe - the Zhou people's family?!

Jack secretly glanced at Uncle Jiao, Jiao Da's face was very calm and calm, and he really couldn't see any ups and downs in his heart.

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