Compared to Tang Nu, Kunlun Nu is much lazier.

As usual, at noon, Kunlun Nu disappeared on time, and everyone here knew that Kunlun Nu was lazy to hide from the scorching sun, although the sun could not have tanned them any more.

The slaves, who had been tired for a long time, seemed to have received amnesty, and walked towards the foot of the mountain, their throats already smoking. The strong man, who deliberately fell behind the crowd, waited for an unnoticed opportunity, ran quickly, and took refuge in the cedar forest as he wished, taking advantage of the cover of craggy boulders and dense grass.

Kunlunnu's concept of mathematics was terrible, and anything beyond the number of fingers would make him wonder, so he only counted the number of people in the evening, relying on the help of the Litres. Next, as long as the strong man can climb the difficult mountain, then the chances of freedom will be greatly increased.

Unfortunately, the strong man's joy did not last long, fatigue slowed his movements a little, and a wrestling action that should not have occurred startled the birds in the forest.

Kunlun Nu pointed his fingers and screamed, and the Lite cavalry also discovered the abnormality, and with a shout, a dozen or so cavalrymen took their weapons and flew horses. However, horses cannot go up the mountain, and when they reach the bottom of the mountain, they have to go up on foot.

The Litt cavalry scolded and scolded, in such a hot weather, these slaves did not save them some trouble, and when they caught the damned slave, they would strip him of his skin in public.

The strong man staggered through the cedar forest, panting for breath and trying to climb up, his physical exertion was very severe. On the other hand, those Lite cavalry are full of individual strength. The distance is shrinking little by little......

The mountain road is extremely difficult to walk, dragging the tired body and taking heavy steps, the strong man does not know how many times he has fallen, and how many times he has slipped down the steep slope.

After a long time, the strong man looked up and saw that the mountain peak was already close at hand. Suddenly, the strong man who was in a panic found that the road ahead was cut off by an almost upright slope, and a wave of grief and indignation suddenly welled up from his heart: "Ah! With his hands on his neck, he cried out in pain and despair. Looking back, the hideous face of the chestnut man had already caught his eye.

"Let you run, why don't you run?"

One of the chestnut horsemen panted and sneered, slashing the back of his knife at the brawny man he had kicked to the ground.

"Stop!"

A soldier who looked like a Tang man stepped forward and pushed away the chestnut soldier with all his might, glaring at the chestnut who had stumbled and fallen to the ground.

Li Tebing, who had the advantage in numbers, suddenly shouted: "Gongsun, what do you want to do, disobey the king's will?" ”

The one who was called Gongsun did not show weakness, and said with a straight face: "Haven't you tortured and killed enough?" Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated. ”

Seeing his compatriots suffering, Gongsun actually couldn't bear it, but he really couldn't do anything about it. He also hoped that the strong man in front of him would be lucky enough to escape and ascend to heaven. He knew that after being caught, it was a luxury to want to die a happy death. So, he also came, and when necessary, perhaps, he could help him get free.

Relying on the large number of people, the Lite people surrounded them, Gongsun stared at them with contempt, his right hand holding the scimitar was bruised, and a voice rose from the bottom of his heart: I can't bear it, I don't have to endure it anymore!

"Bastard, do you want to die?"

Another man who looks like a Tang man climbed the mountain, interrupting a simmering crisis.

Everyone looked at this person who had just gone up the mountain, this person was also brought by Hudu, called Gongsun Yaowu, his martial arts were good, and he was promoted to the rank of ten masters by the king's appreciation. And the one who defended the slaves just now was called Gongsun Wenyuan, and both of them were loyal soldiers of the Gongsun family.

The official level crushed people to death. This principle works for that reason. Therefore, the strong man was not beaten again, but was escorted down the mountain by a few resentful Rites.

The slaves under the mountain looked at the strong men who were tied up tightly and kneeling in the open space where they were eating. The strong man didn't beg for mercy, he didn't shout, but tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. He is not afraid of death, he only hates, and hates that he can't avenge his parents and his poor sister. In this life, there is no chance in this life, it's really useless......

A decomposing corpse has been laid down, ready to be pulled to feed the wolves so that a place can be made for today's newcomers.

Gongsun Wenyuan's heart is also quite entangled, there are already many such scenes, he also hates, and a powerless grief hits his heart.

"Gongsun, you go and carry out the king's orders."

A lewd fat man spoke. This fat man's name is Qu Liluo, and he is the third person in the king's personal army, and he is very bad with the protectors. He had just heard the report given to him by his subordinates, and a vicious thought came to him in an instant.

When Gongsun was in a dilemma, there was a sound of "dangchang". The Li special soldier who was pushed to the ground by Gongsun just now threw the knife at Gongsun's feet, and gloated: "This knife is sharp enough, and it also has enough experience to cut Tang Nu's neck neatly." The word Tang Nu was bitten very clearly in the mouth of this Lite person.

Gongsun Wenyuan's fists clenched tightly, and the knuckles of the pressed fingers rattled. His temper was not at all like his name, but rather a reckless samurai. The challenge and insult of the Li people surpassed the forbearance in Gongsun Wenyuan's heart, especially the word "Tang Nu".

Erupted! Gongsun Wenyuan kicked the knife away, and at the same time flew at the sneering Lite with a punch.

"Huh?!"

The provocative Rite fell to the ground again, covered his bleeding nose and fell to the ground, and was knocked down twice by the same person in the same day, a great shame!

Confusion, chaos in the scene.

Qu Liluo, who was angry, shouted urgently with a broken gong, and a group of soldiers rushed over, pressed Gongsun Wenyuan to the ground with all hands and feet, and tied him up.

Qu Liluo smiled proudly, and said to Gongsun Wenyuan, who was still unyielding: "No one can disobey the king's will, even if the protector comes today, he can't save you." Then, looking up at Gongsun Yaowu, he spit out word by word in his mouth: "Give, I, beat, die, for, stop." ”

Gongsun Yaowu knew that if he didn't be tough today, Wen Yuan would be dead. At that moment, he pulled out the knife, stepped forward, protected Gongsun Wenyuan, and said sharply: "Who dares?" I will report to the king what is happening today, and he will deal with it. If, whoever wants to declare a personal vendetta, Lao Tzu's knife is not vegetarian. ”

After speaking, Gongsun Yaowu's subordinates also leaned towards him intentionally.

Qu Liluo felt a little tricky, after all, the strength of the Protector faction was not weak, and more than half of the people were soldiers that the Protector had once led.

"The king has an order, and those who let Tang slaves die without retribution."

Qu Liluo was in a hurry, and put a big hat on Gongsun Wenyuan. Without waiting for the others to react, he struck while the iron was hot: "Gongsun Wenyuan ran away from the slaves, and he should be beheaded according to the order, and the violator of the order will be guilty of the same crime!" Destroy the house! ”

More than a dozen of Qu Liluo's personal soldiers took advantage of the situation and handed over the scimitar in Gongsun Yaowu's hand.

The chestnut man whose nose was still bleeding hatefully walked towards Gongsun Wenyuan, who was tied to the ground, and kicked him in the body, and Gongsun Wenyuan was kicked and turned over. Then, another heavy foot stepped on his back, and suddenly, a stream of blood spit out from Gongsun Wenyuan's mouth.

The slaves did not know what the fierce guards were talking about, but they also guessed that it was probably a race fight, so some well-intentioned people saw an opportunity, and at their instigation, the commotion began. Someone picked up the tool in his hand, someone picked up the iron stone......

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qu Liluo hurriedly beckoned the soldiers to prepare for a bloody suppression.