Inside the southern harbor, there is a busy scene.

The Malis captured the southern port and used it as a transit hub, through which weapons, grain and grass, and sergeants had to pass.

In order to facilitate the docking of troop carriers and warships, the Mali repaired the southern harbor, excavated new berths deeper, and cleared the silt in the harbor so that large ships could sail into the harbor.

The sun had risen in the east, and the red sun had just crossed the water, when three troop transports and two cargo ships sailed into the harbor.

Under the supervision of the Mali overseer carrying the whip, the ragged Chu slave laborers began to work, the sound of scolding and whipping continued to sound, and the Chu people who stumbled and broke through walked onto the dock.

"Smack"

A thin man carrying a large bag was whipped on the back by a Mali man.

The rags, which had already become strips of silk, were completely rotten in an instant, revealing a striking whip mark.

"If you don't raise your eyes when you see Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you."

The Mali overseer cursed, his face full of sarcastic smiles.

The thin man staggered, but he still endured the pain and continued to walk forward.

Unloading the big bags in the warehouse, the thin man wiped his face, and took advantage of the overseer's inattention, slipped into the middle of the big bag pile, and hid in a temporary resting place.

"Qi Laosi, what's wrong, you've been whipped?"

Someone immediately asked earnestly.

Qi Laosi showed the whip on his body, bent down and opened the two big bags, felt the ointment he had hidden in advance, picked a little with his fingernails, asked his companions to help, and smeared the ointment on the whip marks.

"Let's go, let's get to work, let the overseer find out, and you'll have to be whipped again."

Qi Laosi wiped the wound medicine and immediately walked out.

The companion who was lying lazily on the ground mocked Qi Laosi:

"What's the use of you being so concerned and not paying your salary."

"The Mali people who suffered from the plague had their nests raided and bloomed chrysanthemums sooner or later."

"Hey, aren't you Han fourth, why didn't anyone come to rescue you, didn't they all say that your Han Kingdom is very strong?"

Qi Laosi's honest face was full of smiles:

"Work hard, you can be beaten less, no money is better than no life."

Qi Laosi said, looking at the movement outside, taking advantage of the overseer's inattention, he slipped out, helped a slave unload the big bag, and walked out.

Putting on the sack again, Qi Laosi was whipped by the overseer again, and his steps became even more staggering.

Putting down the sack in the warehouse, Qi Laosi wiped the sweat on his forehead, pulled the clothes that wanted to completely rot the bag, and walked out with his head down, his heart full of sorrow.

On days like this, when is it a head?

It has been three months since they were captured by the Chu people to work as slave laborers, and the father and mother of the family are old, the wife is sick, and the son is young.

Qi Laosi looked at the sky, the sun was getting higher and higher, and the sky was starting to heat up.

In the distance, a few black dots were heading towards the harbor.

Qi Laosi thought with envy in his heart, if only our Han Kingdom also had such a big ship, the prince would be able to save himself with it.

No, the prince commands the army, and he is unparalleled in the world, even if he doesn't have such a big ship, he can defeat these plague-stricken Mali people.

It's a pity that the prince didn't know that he was suffering here, and if he knew, he would definitely come to save him.

Get out.

Such a thought suddenly rose in Qi Laosi's heart.

The young son and the old father in the family are short of food and clothing, and they can't survive here anymore, they don't know when they will die, they don't say anything, they don't pay for the work they do, and they go back to get what to feed their wives and children.

But if you can't escape, you're going to die.

When he unloaded the big bag and walked back, Qi Laosi looked up at the tall wooden fence of the port, on which were two corpses, which were people who wanted to steal them, and after they were caught, they were directly killed and hung on them for public display.

Qi Laosi was so scared in his heart that if he was killed, he would never be able to see his wife and children again.

The day passed quickly, Qi Laosi received two black-noodle nests in the room, filled a bowl of salty soup with no vegetable leaves in his black porcelain bowl, and entered the shack tiredly.

"Honest brother, let's drink some soup."

Qi Laosi gave the black porcelain bowl to an injured companion lying in the shack.

Chen Laoshi was ordered to sneak into the southern port with a few robes, and when he was working, he accidentally broke his foot and had been resting for four or five days. In the past four or five days, the Mali people did not provide him with food, and he relied on a few robes and Qi Laosi to survive.

Chen Laoshi took a sip of soup, and then took a few mouthfuls of black noodles, and then lowered his voice and asked Qi Laosi:

"Fourth, what did you think about what I told you?"

Qi Laosi's face changed slightly, he looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to his house, so he stammered:

"I don't dare"

"I still have a wife and children to support, and if I do this job, if I die, there will be no one to feed them, and I can't die."

"Bag"

Chen honestly scolded and stopped talking.

The prince's army is about to attack the southern port, and if the news can't be sent out again, I don't know how many brothers will be killed.

However, the Mali people watched it closely, except for the way to dig the ground to escape, they really couldn't find a way to send the news, and their own injury affected the progress of digging the ground even more.

"That's it, I won't let you join, just help and give money, you can continue to work here, and you won't have any money, and when it's done, you'll be given consistent money."

Chen Laoshi looked at Qi Laosi with some hatred, no matter how many people begged to enter the Dingwei guard, they might not be able to come in, and he would be his introducer, but he didn't dare to enter because he was afraid of death.

Qi Laosi's eyes lit up, rich?

"I did it"

Qi Laosi's honest face was full of smiles, although he didn't have much money, he could buy a lot of food, and when he went home, he wouldn't be too shabby.

In this way, Qi Laosi went to work during the day and dug holes at night.

Half a month later, the hole was finally dug.

That night, Chen Laoshi, whose leg injury had already healed, arranged for Qi Laosi.

"Don't move if you hear any movement at night, and you can go home tomorrow."

Hearing this, Qi Laosi nervously glanced at the slave workers in the shack, and saw that everyone was sleeping dead, and no one paid attention to this side, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, the prince is coming?"

Qi Laosi looked at it with a look of hope, if the prince called, it would definitely be done.

Chen Laoshi nodded, "It's about to start, don't move." ”

With that, Chen Laoshi got up, rummaged under the cover for a while, took out a shovel, and was about to walk out.

"Brother Honest, you're not going."

Qi Laosi grabbed Chen Laoshi, his face was full of worry:

"The Mari people are so tight, we can't beat them."

Chen Laoshi glanced back at Qi Laosi, his face full of disdain:

"The Mali people are powerful, but our Han army is invincible."

patted Qi Laosi on the shoulder, Chen Laoshi held a shovel and walked to the door of the shack, outside, the sound of dense horses' hooves had already sounded.

Chen Laoshi squinted slightly and looked into the distance.

The charge of the invincible Han army is about to begin.

"The Law of Sighs"

At the neighing of the horses, the iron horsemen crashed into the southern harbor like a torrent of steel, and like a sharp knife cutting through the drapery, they broke into the camp of Mali.