Zhang Xiaowu was almost kicked to death, he felt that his ribs might be broken, or his spleen might be broken, or his intestines should be kicked and broken, in short, his condition was very bad. Zhang Xiaowu regretted this unsuspecting kick from the strong man of the Tartar Tower, and he warned himself not to be lax about his surroundings at any time, and not to expect others to be kind.

The camp was a place where the strong were paramount, there was no hierarchy, and people often spoke with their fists, which were the only common language. The Tartars' actions immediately won everyone's support, and the Tatars tried to kill the chickens in the camp to make an example of the monkeys, and the silent Zhang Xiaowu unfortunately became the chicken.

The young jailer was in a hurry, but he did not dare to enter the cell to stop the prisoners from fighting, he banged on the railing in a panic with the wooden stick in his hand, regardless of whether the prisoners could understand the Chinese language or not, and shouted at the top of his voice: "No fighting, no fighting!" ”

The strong man of the Tartar looked disdainfully at the jailer behind the fence and laughed triumphantly, ignoring the jailer's shouts. He turned to look at Zhang Xiaowu, who was lying on the ground curled up and moaning, and he didn't care about his life and death, and just lay down on the dry grass and slept.

"You...... You ......" The young jailer saw that he no longer used his hands to beat people, so he shouted weakly: "I said that you are not allowed to fight, this is a prisoner camp, you are not allowed to fight, remember?" ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The captives booed and laughed, and the young jailer, blushing and embarrassed, fled the dungeon.

"Yabu! Yabu! Yabu ......"

The captives shouted in unison, laughing at the saintly Han soldier, and no one cared about the beaten "Beiyi people".

The kick of the Tatar people made Zhang Xiaowu curl up on the ground for more than half an hour to recover.

"If it weren't for the illness, Lao Tzu would definitely be able to kill this bastard." Zhang Xiaowu curled up and thought. Although his injuries gradually healed, he couldn't muster up his strength, and the former sharpshooter captain was now much worse than before, and he was very weak because he hadn't eaten for a few days, and how could he be the opponent of a strong man who eats meat every day.

He was not a reckless man, and since he decided to identify himself, he immediately decided to do a big thing to meet the person in charge of the prisoner of war camp. And the only big thing he can do at the moment is to kill the strong man of the Tartar Tower in front of him. He realized that his current physical strength could not kill the strong man head-on, so he had to wait for the night to fall asleep. The last thing he lacked was patience, and he continued to lie on the ground, pretending to be badly beaten and extremely weak, waiting for his chance.

The Tartar man was very alert, although he had been squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, but he still observed Zhang Xiaowu's reaction in secret, until Zhang Xiaowu lay motionless on the ground for two hours, the Tartar man relaxed his guard, and said in his heart that it seemed that his kick really almost kicked him to death, and this kid definitely didn't dare to resist.

The prisoners in the camp had only one meal a day, and every day before dark, a few old and crippled prisoners carried rice buckets to distribute a bowl of chaff porridge to each cell. The strong man in the Tatar tower scolded when he saw the broken bowl and the chaff porridge, and the old prisoner who sent the rice apologized and explained, and the two spoke a series of Tatar language, Zhang Xiaowu didn't understand, just pretended to be weak and looked at the bran porridge "greedily". Although the strong man of the Tartar tower didn't eat it, he still took away the bran porridge and looked at Zhang Xiaowu like a mouse.

Zhang Xiaowu hesitated for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he greedily crawled to the rice bowl, the triangular eyes of the strong man of the Tartar glared at him, and he immediately made a flattering gesture and begged the Tartar people to give him a little food. The strong man in the Tartar tower spat on the ground, ignoring Zhang Xiaowu.

Without the permission of the strong man of the Tartar Tower, Zhang Xiaowu had to cower back into the corner, he did not dare to speak or pray, and his timid appearance looked particularly ridiculous.

In the surrounding cells, the prisoners grabbed it in order to earn a bite to eat, and some people became prison bullies to eat first, while others did not dare to move. The strong man of the Tartar was also hungry by the sound of people eating around him, and he picked up the bran porridge in disgust, and tasted the food helplessly, but spit on the ground, and scolded the dogs for not eating the chaff porridge.

After scolding for a while, the strong man threw the bran porridge on the ground, sprinkled half a bowl on the ground, saw Zhang Xiaowu's pitiful appearance, and felt like a dog he once raised, so he said in Tatar language: "I once kicked a sheep to death on the grassland, and you are not dead, you have some ability." Boy, you'll follow me in the future, and you'll be covered here. You have all remembered for me, my name is Badener, the steppe eagle Badener. ”

Zhang Xiaowu couldn't understand what he was saying, but when he saw Badener pointing to the bran porridge on the ground, he pounced like a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days, and swallowed the bran porridge in the bowl and on the ground in three or two bites, as if he felt that this bran porridge was really the most delicious food in the world, and even licked the bowl clean.

The other Tatars suddenly cheered: "It turned out to be Big Brother Badener!" Baden, the Eagle of the Eastern Prairie! ”

"Eagle of the Eastern Prairie!"

"Heroes, heroes of the Eastern Prairie!"

"Hahaha......" The strong man of the Tartar was very proud of the admiration of the others, he stood up and waved his hand, like a leader, and greeted the others: "Yes, I am Badener, who has fallen for the traitor's tricks, and I live with you." He then bowed his head and scolded Zhang Xiaowu in Tatar language: "It's really a fucking deflated egg, useless deflated egg, no matter how tall the Beiyi people are, it's useless." ”

The Tartars in the camp shouted excitedly, everyone had heard the story of Badener, the steppe eagle, who was a steppe bandit.

The Tatars originated six hundred years ago.

In order to build the Roland Holy City, the Roland people who once lived in the north of the country plundered a large number of people to all countries and tribes in the world as Roland slaves, and the history called the world slaves.

During the period of slavery under heaven, they became horse slaves, sheep slaves, cattle slaves, miscellaneous servants, servants and even sacrifices of the Roland people, and the slaves multiplied and lived here. Twenty years after Roland unified the world, a great earthquake called God's Punishment destroyed the Roland Empire, and the slaves rebelled, slaughtering the men of Roland and plundering Roland women as reproductive tools.

The slaves who came from the revolt formed many tribal groups that killed each other, and it took hundreds of years for the radical integration to form the loose Tartar Khanate. The word Tatar, on the other hand, means slave in Roland, so the Tatar language is a mixture of Roland and other languages. After centuries of population and cultural integration, the Tatar Khanate developed its own nomadic culture.

Because the Tatars are a new ethnic group that has been integrated with hundreds of ethnic groups, the northern Tatars are closer to the white race, and the southern Tatars are closer to the yellow race. Although there are more than 200 large and small tribes in the Saibei Wasteland, there are often conflicts between the tribes, and even if they have the same skin color, they often kill each other.

In the tribal conflict, a tribal chieftain in the eastern steppe, Badener, was defeated and reduced to a horse bandit, he was rebellious and brutal by nature, neglecting the management of the tribe, and after falling into the horse bandits, he was like a fish in water, and led the horse bandits to plunder around the Beiyi, Shenghan, and Dead Sea deserts, but did not hurt the people of the Tartars, and gradually became the legendary bandits or heroes in the Saibei Wasteland.

This time, Badener was captured, and the Han army tried to win him over for the Qinglong Army to attack the rear of the alien coalition army, and Badener was very familiar with the terrain of Saibei and was a living map of Saibei, so he was extremely polite to him.

The Tatars in the prisoner of war camp did not expect that the great hero Badener was also imprisoned, and they expressed their admiration to him, and Badener waved his hand proudly and said: "From now on, you will follow me, you will have wine to drink, meat to eat, and women to do." You want to the fair-skinned Wuhuan girls, I will take you to Wuhuan to rob people, you want to the delicate Han girls, I will take you to the Holy Han, you want to do the hot and spicy baba girls, I will take you through the Dead Sea desert and snatch back the maidens in the forest! ”

"Hahahaha! Big Brother Badener! We are willing to follow the heroes! "Almost all the Tatars are shouting loudly.