Zhang Xiaowu lowered his body and approached, looked carefully through the moonlight, and saw a group of Wuhuan soldiers holding prisoners, some Wuhuan people carrying corpses, and a military flag on the ground showing the defeated Han army. Zhang Xiaowu looked carefully, and was suddenly surprised, he actually saw a familiar comrade-in-arms, it was Captain Luo Zhen, Luo Zhen also had a few Han soldiers around him, they were tied up by ropes, and behind them stood Wuhuan soldiers with broadswords.

Zhang Xiaowu's first thought was that they had also broken through, and the second thought was that they had been caught, and seven days had passed since the day the city was broken, and I don't know how many of the 27th Regiment had escaped from the city, and how many people had fled back to Shenghan. Zhang Xiaowu didn't dare to make a sound, he hid in the grass and carefully observed, there were about a hundred Wuhuan soldiers and more than a hundred Tartar herdsmen, and there were only a dozen Han prisoners of war who were captured. He looked at it for a while, except for Luo Zhen, he didn't know anyone else, it should be the Han soldiers whose battalions were scattered, not the formation of a breakthrough.

The Wuhuan people may have been tired of walking and were resting, and during this period, they humiliated the Han prisoners when they were bored. They first ordered a prisoner of war to kneel on the ground, and then let him learn to bark as a dog, and then let him learn to crawl on a snake.

The Wuhuan people let the two Han captives strip naked and wrestle, and if the captives were sluggish, the surrounding people threw over the whips and beat the two of them until they were scarred.

Maybe the three captives didn't resist and let them do whatever they wanted, but the Wuhuan people felt very bored, so they walked towards the only officer captive, Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen was dressed in the armor of a school captain, staring coldly at the Wuhuan man in front of him, and the Wuhuan man grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up and ordered him to kneel. Luo Zhen resolutely did not kneel, and scolded: "Wuhuan Dog Yi, Lao Tzu is dead, and he is also a well-known saint Han Heavenly Army, how can you kneel to something that is inferior to pigs and dogs!" ”

The Wuhuan people couldn't understand it, and the Tatar interpreter was busy translating Luo Zhen's words, and the Wuhuan people were furious, picked up the whip and whipped it at Luo Zhen fiercely. Narozhen took it proudly with his neck held high, as if the whip had been whipped on his body and struck on a stone, which caused the Wuhuan people to be angry.

A Wuhuan centurion pulled out a knife and cut it at the leg socket of Luo Zhen's left leg, Luo Zhen was so painful that his face was full of cramps and he almost fell, but he stood strong with his other leg, and even laughed loudly: "It's just a dog, but that's it!" The other Han prisoners of war began to cry, and the captive who learned to crawl on snakes cried: "Lord Captain, don't resist, I beg you, they are brutes, they will kill you." ”

"Captain, just kneel."

"Captain, don't resist."

Luo Zhen scolded angrily: "Shut up, I'd rather die standing than live on my knees." The rest of the captives were too ashamed to speak, they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at him, they just wanted to live, they also had self-esteem, they were also the forbidden soldiers of the Holy Han Empire.

Zhang Xiaowu clenched his fists, biting his lip and looking at Luo Zhen in the distance, he didn't have much contact with him before, but he only felt that Luo Zhen, the captain of Zuo Jin, was smart and clever, and was highly used by Ding Yi. Today, Zhang Xiaowu reacquainted himself with Luo Zhen, he would rather die than kneel to be a dog, and he was really a proud and true man.

The Wuhuan centurion put his broadsword on Luo Zhen's neck and threatened in Wuhuan words loudly. Luo Zhen turned his head and looked at the Wuhuan people with contempt and said: "It's just a death, the lord is waiting for you, sooner or later someone will avenge me, slaughter the country, destroy the species, and kill the Ermiao." With that, Luo Zhen slammed his neck against the blade of the sword, and the thin blood poured out, sprinkled on the face and armor of the Wuhuan centurion, and the Wuhuan centurion couldn't help but take two steps back and looked at Luo Zhen in surprise.

The other prisoners of war raised their heads and looked at Luo Zhen in disbelief in a pool of blood, and after a while, the prisoner of war who learned to crawl rushed out first, and the other prisoners of war also surrounded him. The Wuhuan centurion had the prisoners of war taken back again, and he walked up to Luo Zhen and looked at Luo Zhen with admiration.

I don't know what the centurion of the Wuhuan man said, he took the axe from the hands of his subordinates and cut off Luo Zhen's head. Killed, the centurion carried Luo Zhen's head and roared loudly at the prisoners of war, but unfortunately several prisoners of war were infected by Luo Zhen, and they were determined to die, jumped up to resist and scolded, and were slaughtered by the Wuhuan people one after another.

"Thief, mother! Luo Zhen was killed by you! Jiu'er also died because of you! Wu Huan, one day, I will let you destroy the country and destroy the species! Zhang Xiaowu gritted his teeth and swore an oath.

Wuhuan's cavalry was on guard everywhere, and Zhang Xiaowu was unable to save people, so he could only bypass the poplar forest far away and cautiously continue to walk south. He had never had such a sense of belonging to the Han army before, maybe it was Luo Zhen, maybe it was Jiu'er, maybe it was the same language and writing in his heart, and now he was desperate to find his army.

After continuing to walk south for half a day, Zhang Xiaowu came across a grassland herdsman's house, and after entering, he saw three corpses, the corpses had already stinked, because the weather was hot and humid, the corpses were decomposing rapidly, and I don't know how long they had been dead. The house was full of corpses and flies, and he hurriedly closed the door and jumped out, gulping in the fresh air outside. The herdsman family was not spared, and it is not known which group of soldiers robbed all the property and slaughtered the family.

Zhang Xiaowu did not find food around, but found a litter of three-month-old pups, and I don't know how they escaped, and they were hiding in a cage and screaming with hunger. He was also hungry, looked at the puppy and hesitated for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "Forget it, you don't have much meat, so I won't eat you." I'll let you live on the grassland, it's your ability to live, and it's your luck to die. After the little paparazzi was released, he fled in search of his relatives, but there was no one around except the corpse, so he followed him.

Zhang Xiaowu walked a few steps, turned around and saw the puppies following him, his heart warmed, but he had no choice, he was going to starve to death, could he feed these puppies? He shouted, "Go back and find a way to survive yourself!" The puppy thought he was going to take them in, so he cheerfully followed.

Zhang Xiaowu stomped his foot to scare them, and they took a half step back, and then chased after them. He continued to walk a few steps, turned around and saw the puppies persistently following, squatting down helplessly, and several puppies came forward to lick his fingers, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"I really can't feed you, I don't even know when I'm starving to death, you guys go, follow me, I'll eat you." Zhang Xiaowu told them that the puppy didn't understand his words and still followed him.

Zhang Xiaowu continued to walk south, walked for an unknown amount of time, and turned to see that the puppy was gone, maybe dead. At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and he suddenly lost his sense of direction, and could only walk numbly. He climbed through the hillside grassy forest, and finally came to another miscellaneous forest, and heard the trickling of the river nearby.

It should not be the Jialan River here, and the sound of the water is not as rolling as the Jialan River, the Jialan River floods in June and July every year, and dries up in September and October, and when the river dries up, it is also the time of the decisive battle.

Whoever flees for his life wants to encounter the forest the most, not only can you find something in the woods, but the artemisia grass in the forest is also conducive to evasion. Zhang Xiaowu strode along the artemisia grass and continued to walk for a while, until he came to a place where the trees were relatively sparse. Suddenly, he faintly heard some voices, as if someone was talking somewhere, but the wind was so loud that he wasn't sure if it was a man or a beast.

If it was a grass wolf, it would be really unlucky, he would rather be killed by the Wuhuan people than be divided into meat by the grass wolf. So he immediately squatted on the ground, stretched his neck, put his hands to his ears, and carefully collected the sounds in the air. After carefully identifying the direction, Zhang Xiaowu judged that the faint sound was coming from the depths of the woods.

He leaned in slowly, his voice more careful, but it didn't speak of a saint or any language, and it always felt a little weird.

"Maybe it's a dialect, the dialect of the southern Yizhou generation is similar to his mother's bird language, and no one else can understand it." He continued to hunch closer. But the closer he got, the more he felt that the voice was wrong, and that it was not the southern dialect of the Shenghan people.

"Assi—" a voice shouted.

It's the Beiyi Scout!