Out of the tribe and into the desolate wilderness, of course, the definition of desolation is relative to Yang Hao's point of view.

Looking at the messy fields, although Yang Hao despised it in his heart, he still pretended to be obedient on the surface.

With a crisp whip sounding, Yang Hao and the rest of the male ** subordinates were driven into the farmland, and the female ** subordinates did not know where they were taken.

Yang Hao didn't care much about what other people were doing, and while learning from other slaves to pretend to work, a pair of eyes quickly observed the surroundings.

But to his great disappointment, the tribe was extremely strict with its slaves, and there were no less than a dozen warriors armed with weapons near the farmland, just as far as his eyes could see.

In this case, he knew very well that the rash escape was just looking for death, although he was a little disappointed, but his life was temporarily worry-free, so he was not panicked in his heart.

"Holy shit, this group of miscellaneous guards is quite strict, it seems that it is basically impossible to escape from here by relying on your own strength."

Thinking of this, Yang Hao looked around quickly without attracting the attention of the guards.

In the end, his eyes fell on the slave called Qu, who was only four or five meters away from him.

"This guy is stupid, he should be very foolish, win this guy over first."

The plan to escape alone was shattered, and Yang Hao immediately decided to pull more slaves into the gang, in case he was chased and killed when he escaped, with these backs, his chances of survival could be much greater.

Paying attention, Yang Hao slowly approached the direction of the canal while turning over the soil with a strange tool.

In order not to attract the attention of others, Yang Hao was very careful, and it took him more than half an hour to come to the vicinity of the canal with a distance of just a few meters.

Seeing that his behavior did not attract the attention of others, Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Pretending to bow his head and turn over the soil, he whispered, "Hey, brother! ”

may be that the voice is too small, Qu did not respond to Yang Hao's words, and was still doing the work in his hands seriously.

"Day, this sand coin."

Yang Hao scolded secretly, his brain was running rapidly, and the corners of his mouth curled.

With an extremely natural movement, the wooden handle of the tool is disguised as if it has inadvertently touched someone else.

At this time, Qu finally noticed the new slave beside him.

Seeing this, Yang Hao was proud.

"Damn, Oscar owes me a little golden man."

Qu was just about to speak, but Yang Hao hurriedly whispered: "Be quiet, work!" ”

Qu glanced at Yang Hao inexplicably and continued to work.

"Qu, can you hear me? When he heard that, he nodded. ”

Yang Hao glanced at the canal, and after seeing him nodding, he continued, "Thank you this morning." ”

When Qu heard this, he replied with some smugness: "It's okay! ”

"How long have you been here?"

"Three years!"

When Yang Hao heard this, he scolded secretly, thought about it and continued: "Qu! Let me ask you something, is there a slave who got rid of the status of a slave? ”

"Yes, when the master goes to war, sometimes he will send some slaves to fight, and if he is brave in battle, the master is happy, and sometimes he will make some slaves become warriors."

Yang Hao thought that there would be a safer way to get rid of his slave status, but he didn't expect to get such a result.

muttered in a low voice: "Isn't this cannon fodder?" Let Lao Tzu work hard for you miscellaneous pieces, shit, dream! ”

Although he was talking to the canal, Yang Hao always paid attention to the movements of those guards, and when he saw someone looking this way, he immediately stopped talking and concentrated on working with his back to the loess like the rest of the slaves.

The scorching sun was scorching, and Yang Hao, who had only eaten one breakfast, truly realized what it meant to be a slave at this moment.

Douda's sweat fell down his forehead, stepping on the farmland barefoot, faintly painful, Yang Hao felt that if he continued to dry like this, he would not be far from fainting.

Perhaps it was to confirm his feelings, that a slave not far away finally collapsed with more than enough strength.

But instead of being effectively treated, the poor fellow was beaten badly.

Look at the fierce guard, wielding a whip and slashing the poor slave with his head and face.

The corners of Yang Hao's eyes twitched violently.

Listening to the man's heart-rending cry, the slaves all trembled with fear, and did not dare to gasp for fear that the whip of the guards would fall on them.

After a beating, the poor slave was already unconscious, and then the guard called a few slaves and dragged the unconscious slave away.

Yang Hao thought that this was the end, but what he didn't expect was that those people actually tied the unconscious slave's hands and hung him from a tree next to the farmland.

The inhumane approach made Yang Hao, who originally lacked a sense of justice, feel a trace of sympathy in his heart.

"These miscellaneous pieces, I thought that Lao Tzu was not a good person, compared with them, I can be sanctified on the ground, dog, even if you people are Chinese ancestors, one day, Lao Tzu will destroy your ancestors."

With this slave example, even if Yang Hao was dizzy, he gritted his teeth and stiffened, and when he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, he pinched his thigh hard.

It wasn't until dusk, when the hot sun sank below the horizon, that the slaves ended their hellish day.

Dragging his tired body back into the dirty fence, Yang Hao had already stopped thinking about whether to escape or not at this moment.

Sitting on the ground, I felt like my whole body was falling apart, and it was sore.

The gurgling stomach reminded him that today's suffering was not over, touching the shriveled stomach, Yang Hao curled up on the ground, his teeth clenched, and the fierce light in his eyes was fully revealed.

"I can't stay here for a day, it's better to die happily than to live like this for the rest of my life."

After resting for a while, and the soreness in his body eased a little, Yang Hao turned over and sat up, and according to the direction of his memory, he went into the dark in the direction where the canal was located.

If he wants to escape from here, he thinks about it, there is only one way for slaves to riot, but these slaves have been obedient for a long time, and they climbed up and rose up, obviously dreaming, what kind of king and overlord qi possessed the body, and the little brother bowed his head, these were even more nonsense than for Yang Hao at this time.

He felt like he had to do something to get these guys back to blood.

Came to the side of the ditch and pushed the ditch lying on the ground.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Qu turned over, looked at Yang Hao, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

"I can't sleep, find someone to talk to."

Qu glanced at Yang Hao like an idiot and lay down again.

"Qu, do you have a family?"

There was no answer, but Yang Hao saw that Qu's body trembled slightly.