In a trance, Zhang Xiaowu seemed to feel that he had come to a far, far place, as if he had walked through the meadow, through the desert, over the forest until it was dark. I don't know how long it took, a sharp pain in his body came, and Zhang Xiaowu finally slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found his hands cuffed behind his back, lying on his side on the straw, and a mouse ran arrogantly in front of his eyes, and when he saw him open his eyes, the mouse squeaked in fright and burrowed into the hole in the corner.

Zhang Xiaowu felt pain all over his body, and he didn't know where the injury was, he tried to raise his head and look around, this was the dungeon. The long dungeon was divided into two parts, each with ten identical cells, each with a palm-sized window.

Zhang Xiaowu's cell was in the deepest part of the dungeon, with two earthen walls and two wooden fences, and the same was true for the cell layout directly opposite, which was vacant at this time. It's daytime, and the light from the windows makes the dungeon a little flickering and dark, like hell, giving people an oppressive and eerie feeling.

"Hell, I'm locked up, I should have let the aliens arrest me, this is the north bank of the Jialan River. Where is this? He wanted to look the other way, and suddenly he saw that the person sitting on the ground in the next cell was Caucasian, Caucasian? He immediately opened his eyes wide, and when he looked closely, it was the Wuhuan people - they were still wearing Wuhuan battle suits, and they had been disarmed. He hurriedly looked at the other cells, and those prisoners who were not ghosts and ghosts were Wuhuan people, Beiyi people, Tatar people, Uzi people, and Yueshi people.

There are no Han Chinese, except for themselves.

So - this is not a dungeon of an alien race, but a prisoner of war camp of the Han army, and Zhang Xiaowu was imprisoned in a prisoner of war camp.

Damn, one of his own Han military captains was actually imprisoned in his own prisoner of war camp!

Zhang Xiaowu immediately jumped up in frustration, but found that his feet were also shackled, and this jump fell on the hard ground because he did not control his body properly.

"Hahahaha......" The captives around him burst into laughter, laughing at the daredevil's in various languages, some advising him in Beiyi not to make useless struggles, others advising him in Tatar that it was better to lie on his stomach now—because he was a yellow-skinned man—of course, no Wuhuan people were persuading him, but laughing at the fool.

"Yabu!"

"Yabu!"

The four Wuhuan captives next door grimaced at him and laughed loudly, and one of the Wuhuan captives in the right cell threw a stone and smashed it on Zhang Xiaowu's head, and laughed defiantly.

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaowu covered his head and glared fiercely, and the Wuhuan captive made another grimace at him, and the other captives laughed even more. He kept his mouth shut, and decided to ignore the group of miscretes for the time being, lest he reveal his identity, after all, it was extremely dangerous for a Han Chinese to be locked up in a prisoner camp full of enemies, and fortunately there was no one else in his cell.

The captives shouted at him for a while, but when they saw that there was no response, they lost interest and ignored the cursing.

The other captives thought that this was a lonely person, and they kept a sense of distance without knowing the details of the other party, which made Zhang Xiaowu finally breathe a sigh of relief, he looked around and found that he was the only one in the cell, and the other captives were divided into their respective cells according to race and number, and the air was filled with feces, urine and the smell of fishy death, which made people sick.

As a traverser, Zhang Xiaowu initially had no hatred for the Tatars, Beiyi, Wuhuan, and anyone else, but now he had made a feud with them, and they forced his little bride to death. As a prisoner of war, he had to be cautious and find a way to identify himself. Now he is like a wolf in the hyena pack, once it is revealed, it will definitely be killed by this group of hyenas - ** all fucking light.

This group of captives doesn't matter what kind of holy Han you are or not, the Han army guarding the captives will also think that the captives are eating dogs, and the captives will die if they die, so don't pay attention to them. So, now only silence is the best way to survive.

Lying on the dry grass, Zhang Xiaowu thought to himself how he had become a captive, and he suddenly recalled that before he fell unconscious, he saw a group of black-clothed men holding crossbows against him, and then he was knocked unconscious. He was very glad that he did not die of fever, maybe his body was really like steel and iron bones fortunately healed, he looked at the injuries on his body, they had actually scabbed, and it was a bad thing to be captured and put into a prison camp, but it was a good thing that the injuries and illnesses were healed, and it was not completely bad after all.

"No matter what, I want to go out, I have to take revenge, I want to let Wuhuan destroy the country and extinct the species, and if I don't take revenge, I will not be a man." Zhang Xiaowu is secretly determined, but what he needs most now is to rest and recover his strength, especially to stay calm and get through the difficulties in front of him. He had no idea that he would be locked up in a prisoner camp in his army, let alone explain his identity to the jailers. Once the Han army is defeated, the army will definitely kill all the prisoners of war before leaving, and once the Han army wins, they will become hard labor, and the best result is that the two sides will stop the army and make peace, and they will be returned - but the question is, they are also Han Chinese, can they be sent to the enemy?

"I'm going to get out of it, I'm going to be able to." Zhang Xiaowu hypnotized himself, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Zhang Xiaowu felt that his body had recovered a lot, and he moved his muscles and bones, but the handcuffs and leg shackles made it difficult for him to move. He kicked his foot hard, and heard a click, and the rusty shackles broke. He struggled to break free of the handcuffs a little more, and heard a click of breaking, and the handcuffs were disconnected.

"Counterfeit products aren't a bad thing, at least for me." Zhang Xiaowuxin said, he raised his head and looked at the dungeon, there was no light outside, it should be night. There are two oil lamps hanging from the corridor in the middle of the dungeon, and the lamp oil emits a foul smell, but Zhang Xiaowu guessed that the lamp oil is not corpse oil but animal fat.

There was a wooden basin at the door of the cell, and in the wooden basin was a ball of disgusting-smelling food, but Zhang Xiaowu was hungry, let alone rancid food, even human flesh could eat a bite. He rolled over and ate the food in three or two bites, only to find that it was a dough of bran noodles. Bran gnocchi is a food made of bran flour, wheat flour, and wild vegetables mixed together, because of the bran flour in the ingredients, it is difficult to digest when eaten, so that people who have eaten rice balls do not feel hungry, and those who eat a lot will be suffocated to death because the bran flour clogs the intestines.

But Zhang Xiaowu is no longer picky about these, it is much better than being suffocated to death in a few days than being starved to death now.

At this moment, the iron door of the dungeon was opened, and a man with a tartar head like a cow was escorted into the dungeon by the jailer and walked down the corridor to the end.

It was a short, bearded man, with shoulders as broad as a cow, and triangular eyes glaring at the jailer who was escorting him, and the young jailer looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and said with a grim look: "Look again? Do you look at it again? I'll gouge out your eyes if you look at me again! ”

The Tartar sneered and spat on the ground, and the jailer was startled and took two or three steps back, almost sitting on the ground. The strong man of the Tartar pursed his lips disdainfully, and he said in the sacred Chinese, which he was not proficient in, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but you have to be polite and polite to me, otherwise you will lose your head and be cut off by your officials." ”

The young jailer was angry and annoyed, but he had no choice but to turn around and open the cell door, pushing the strong man of the Tartar into Zhang Xiaowu's cell.

The captives around looked at the strong man with some arrogance, and guessed the identity of this person, and the strong man waved his hand proudly to everyone, causing the dissatisfaction of several prisoners of war of other races, but the strong man still didn't care, and walked into the cell with a grin, as if this was not a dungeon, but his home.

Zhang Xiaowu frowned and looked at this menacing Tatar man, but he was thinking about how to prove himself.

"Should I say it directly, or should I-" Just when Zhang Xiaowu was stunned, the Tatar man walked up to him and shouted a Tatar word to him coldly, and when Zhang Xiaowu was stunned, the Tatar man kicked him over.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaowu couldn't dodge, he was kicked aside by the Tartar people, rolling to the side like a leather ball, the captives around him cheered loudly, and some even whistled and gave a thumbs up, and praised the strong man of the Tartar in various languages, and Zhang Xiaowu became the object of ridicule.