Blood is salty.

Luckard licked the wound on his palm and grinned.

The horse was injured in the process of breaking out, and Luckedhun had no choice but to flee on foot.

But walking on two legs was very slow, and Lucked walked for two or three hours without getting far.

But now it was dark.

It is very dangerous to travel at night, not to mention the possibility of wild beasts and bandits, even if you accidentally fall into any deep pit, you can break your bones.

How is this all right?

Luckedhun couldn't figure it out.

His heart is bitter.

The dignified Qing Dynasty Beile Ye, the commander of the Eight Banners of Han and Meng, ended up fleeing alone, which was really miserable.

However, Luck Dehun did not give up, he had already made up his mind that he would go to Texas with a pair of legs!

But first, he had to find a place to spend the night.

Staying warm overnight in the middle of nowhere is the most important thing.

Otherwise, when you wake up, even if you don't freeze to death, you will have typhoid fever.

Luckd found a leeward mound and sat down.

He did not dare to make a fire, for fear that the light of the fire would attract his pursuers.

Just leaning against the mound and curling up for the night.

Luckard laughed at himself, not even in the time when he had been stripped of his knighthood. This time he really lost so much that he couldn't afford to lose again.

The throat was hot and painful, and Lucked untied the cowhide bladder and carefully poured it, not only did not relieve the burning sensation in his throat, but made it even more magnified.

Damn it!

Luck cursed in his heart, and simply stuffed the cowhide bladder and closed his eyes.

The night was quiet, except for the sound of the whizzing wind, and he could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Well?

"Stomp, stomp!"

At first, Lucked thought he was hallucinating, but after confirming it again, he realized that it was not a hallucination, but a real cavalry approaching in this direction.

Listen to the sound and ride it more than once!

Luck held his breath and cautiously poked half of his head out.

But the night was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

The faint light of the moon alone was not enough to see anything thirty or fifty paces away.

But listening to the sound is clearly getting closer.

Lucked jerked back against the mound.

Leave it to fate.

At this time, if you run away and make a movement, it will be easier to be detected, so it is better to hide here.

Anyway, Lucketthun didn't light a bonfire to keep warm, so it shouldn't attract people's attention, right?

He could only comfort himself like this.

"Stomp, stomp!"

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and Lucked didn't even dare to come out.

At the loudest moments, he even thought the rider was within ten paces of him.

Fortunately, after this moment, the sound became quieter and quieter, and the cavalry should have gone far.

Luckard let out a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes and was about to stand up and move his muscles when he saw a sharp knife resting on his neck.

"Brother Qiu, there's a Tartar here."

A sturdy man with a sturdy body and tendons said to a middle-aged man wearing a hat next to him.

"Well, take it back to the big boss and listen to his orders."

The middle-aged man only spit out a few words lightly, and then turned around and walked away.

Luckedhun could understand Chinese, and judging from the brief conversation and outfit between the two, there was no doubt that the two were bandits.

Lucketthun was still in a daze, and the sturdy man pressed the knife down and scolded: "Why don't you get up, do you want grandpa to chop off your head?" ”

"Don't, don't, I'll get up, can't I get up......"

Luckedhun's Chinese is not standard, but it makes the meaning clear.

But this made the man with the knife stunned.

"You Tartar can speak Chinese?"

"I understand a little, I understand ...... slightly"

A sharp knife rested on his neck, and Luck felt only two trembles, and he stood up trembling in fear.

"What do you call the two heroes?"

"Don't fucking be close to Lao Tzu, why do you ask so much?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it."

Lucked said with a hunch.

"Brother Qiu, I see this tartar with a slippery head, do you want to blindfold him?"

"Well, you can do it."

The sturdy man nodded, and pulled out a piece of black cloth and put it over Luckedhun's eyes.

Tie the black cloth behind his head, the man was still not at ease, and pulled out the hemp rope he was carrying from the package and tied Luckdhun's hands behind his back.

During the whole process, Luck was very cooperative, because he knew very well that the sturdy man who tied him up was not a good stubble, and if he annoyed him, he might really cut off his head with a knife.

If the head is cut off but it can't grow back, Luck Dehun doesn't plan to risk the head.

The sturdy man deliberately set aside a section of the rope, so that he could drag the rope and lead Luckedhun forward, without worrying about Luckedhun taking the opportunity to escape.

Luckedhun sighed in his heart, and his heart was going one step at a time.

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......

It's a strange feeling to see the light of day again.

When the black cloth on his eyes was rudely torn off, Luck felt that the light was very harsh.

It took him a long time to get used to the environment inside the house and open his eyes completely.

It's more of a hall than a room.

In the middle of the hall are written the three big characters of Juyi Hall.

Although the words are a little crooked, they are still recognizable.

After some cursory observation, Lekdehun can almost certainly determine that this is a den of bandits.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the righteous hall, all of whom stared at him coldly.

This feeling makes people panic, as if Luckedhun is a fat pig that is tied up, ready to kill and eat meat.

Lucketthun wanted to be more aggressive, but he swallowed and couldn't say a word.

After a long time, a man in a tiger skin coat sitting in the middle of the righteous hall asked coldly: "What are you Tartars doing sneakily in this generation, aren't you a sentry who reconnoiters military intelligence?" ”

Luckard was stunned.

This is a bandit, why do bandits care about such a thing? Don't bandits only think about robbing houses?

"This is the big boss, right? I'm just an ordinary soldier who has wandered away, and I happen to pass by the treasure land of Guizhai and have no intention of offending ......"

Of course, Luckedhun will not reveal his true identity, and wants to get through as much as possible.

"I still have some gold on me, if the big boss doesn't dislike it, I will honor you completely."

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

If Lecset wants to live, he naturally has to be more submissive.

The bandits attached great importance to gold and silver, and spending money to buy peace was the only thing that Luck Dehun had on his mind at the moment.

The big boss nodded at the man beside him, and the man walked up to Luckd and searched it, shaking out a small bag of golden beans.

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