"Leader Tianwei, it really opened our eyes, I can't imagine that a horse can ride like this, it is really a miracle, a miracle!"

Yin repeatedly said wonders.

Yang Hao wanted to turn over and dismount, but his legs were already weak at the moment, and in order to maintain his majesty, he could only stay on the horse and pretend to be calm.

"Your riding skills are much better than mine, with this saddle, the cavalry is the god of war, you must be trained well, don't let other departments look down on you, you know that they are greedy for these horses!"

When the cavalry heard this, their expressions were extremely serious, and they knelt down on one knee and said: "We will not let the leader down, the horse is here!" ”

When Yang Hao heard this, he smiled and said: "Okay, what you want is this kind of courage, let me see your demeanor with my own eyes!" ”

After his legs recovered a little, Yang Hao jumped off the horse and handed the reins to the rider.

The riders looked at their love for horses, and could not hide the love in their eyes, in their hearts, horses were already their second life.

On the other side, the northern part of the Three Provinces of Heaven!

A large number of ragged slaves, under the whip of the overseer, struggled to mine baskets of ore and transport them down the mountain.

Not far away, in a deep ditch dug, dead slaves were piled up, and because of the cold weather, they kept their appearance as when they died.

A pair of dead eyes, looking at the world vacantly, and distorted expressions, it can be seen that these people suffered great pain before they died.

The blue-gray skin and the rolled flesh are shocking.

On the mine, a slave worked tirelessly to carry the ore, as if he had become numb to the killing and abuse.

Today a few more familiar slaves died, and there was no grief left in his heart, and perhaps it would be his turn next.

Thinking that he might well be thrown into the ravine over there, the slave was only a little helpless, and even a little relieved.

Transporting this basket of ore to the bottom of the mountain, he looked up at a mining figure on the hillside, and said secretly in his heart: "Is there really a tribe that does not have slaves?" Should I believe him? ”

"Smack!"

There was a crisp whip sound, and the slave screamed, a burning pain in his back.

"Cheap seed, stunned to do what, get out of work!"

The Overseer yelled viciously.

Although the pain in his back was unbearable, the slave did not resist or even make superfluous movements, and walked silently to the top of the mountain with a pale face carrying the basket, knowing that if he showed the slightest dissatisfaction, he would not see the sun tomorrow.

At night, in the stench of slave camps, the slave during the day tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, not because of pain, not because of the cold, but at the moment the phrase "tribe without slaves" kept echoing in his head. ”

What kind of tribe it was, he couldn't imagine, from the time he could remember, he was a slave, maybe it was the mercy of the gods that allowed him to live so long.

He didn't know what the meaning of his life was, maybe he didn't want to die, he asked himself in his heart.

The moonlight outside the cage shone in, as if to make the already cold place even colder, and the slave sat up, looking at one place in confusion.

Maybe it was his own actions that made the noise to the person next to him, and the action of turning over startled him, and he was relieved to see that this person showed no signs of waking up.

Through the darkness, looking over there again, the slave was suddenly startled, and saw a dozen people suddenly sitting up in the darkness, looking at him like ghosts.

The sudden change frightened him almost screamed, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to move.

He didn't know if he was dazzled, but he saw a person make a silent gesture in the middle of the term and motioned for him to go out.

The slave hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and lightly followed.

In a dark corner where the moon does not shine, a dozen sneaky figures gathered.

"Say! Why are you following us! ”

One of them said coldly.

"I... You asked me to come along. ”

This is one of them who suddenly "shhh

Everyone suddenly fell silent and quickly lay on the ground.

The slave was also crushed under one of them and covered his mouth by a thug.

There was a sound of footsteps, and several overseers looked in this direction, muttered a few words, and yawned and left.

As the footsteps walked away, the crowd got up from the ground.

The slaves who were loosened, greedily breathed fresh air.

"Why follow us!"

Someone else asked.

The slave opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and looked around, but it was so dark that he couldn't tell what everyone looked like, and he couldn't find the person he was looking for.

The slave said leisurely:

"I wonder, is there really a tribe without slaves? Will they really come to our rescue? ”

The atmosphere was eerie, no one spoke, and the slave saw his vague head turn in one direction.

The man who was watching said in a deep voice: "There really is this tribe, it is called Qi, and the leader is a very wise man, he did not dislike my humble origin, and personally used witchcraft to save me from the plague god.

There are no slaves there, everyone lives very happily, I came here to save you on the orders of the leader of our clan, as long as the Great Qi Heavenly Army is together, it is the time for you to be rescued.

”

"Qi? Will it really save us? ”

The slave was a little skeptical.

"These are our companions, and you're done with this now, tell me what you think!"

Although the man's tone was calm, he not only clenched a rough stone knife in his hand hidden behind his back.

"I don't want to be a slave anymore, I want to live."

What the slave didn't know, his answer pulled him back from the ghost gate.

The stone knife in the black shadow's hand retracted into his sleeve and said with a smile: "Okay, we don't want to be slaves, we all want to live, but some people don't let us live, so we'll let them die." ”

"You say, as long as you can not be a slave, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

One hated it.

"Now you go to find reliable companions, let's hide and wait for the right time."

"How long will it take?"

"It's coming! It won't be more than this winter! ”

As soon as these words came out, the figure in the darkness suddenly became excited.

"It's done, poke his ancestors, I've had enough of these days."

"Okay, don't expose it, and whoever leaks it is our enemy, don't blame us for being ruthless."

I don't know whether it was intentional or undoubted, the new slave always felt that this was said to him, and couldn't help shuddering, and hurriedly said:

"I'm not going to say it!"