The night is quieter, and the moon hangs high.

Except for a few Mongol warriors who were patrolling the periphery, everyone had fallen asleep, snoring one after another. But Lu Jin, who was lying not far from the bonfire, did not feel sleepy at all, and his eyes kept sweeping between the dark sky and the jumping bonfire, which was full of thoughts.

Although his body was extremely tired, his brain seemed to be very excited at the moment. Because today's encounter was too bizarre, and he was frightened before, it was difficult for his heart to calm down and settle down for a long time.

I actually traveled to the Ming Dynasty five or six hundred years ago as mentioned in the novel TV, so is it possible for me to go back? How anxious and sad should parents, family members and friends be when they receive the news of their disappearance?

A deep sense of powerlessness kept rising from Lu Jin's heart, and he hadn't thought about it when he needed to struggle to save his life before, but now that he was quiet, this uneasiness and fear filled his entire brain, and then seemed to grapple with his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

In the novel, the film and television drama seems relaxed when showing a certain protagonist crossing over, but is this really the case? When a person suddenly leaves the society and environment he is familiar with, leaves the people closest to him, and then puts himself in a completely unfamiliar world, this sense of loneliness and fear is that no matter how thick the nerves are, they can't hold on.

Lu Zhen is just an ordinary young man, he never thought that such a strange encounter would fall on his head, this kind of negative feelings that were enough to devour his heart completely burst out at this time, making it difficult for him to stay strong and calm, tears flowed, only by desperately gritting his teeth could he not cry.

Crossing is not as beautiful as they say, not to mention that he is still under the control of the Mongolian people, and he can't even protect himself.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhen kept reminding himself that the top priority now is to ensure his own safety, because only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope to return to the future and meet his parents and relatives.

Now that there's nothing to change, accept it all. As it is said in a certain sentence, life is like a strong X, since you are powerless to resist, then lie down and enjoy. Aren't you interested in history, and now that God has given you such an opportunity to experience history and touch history up close, then try to get close to it.

After creating such a reason for himself, Lu Jin's mood finally calmed down a bit. But then, a trace of worry arose in his heart, the orthodox era name of Da Ming was really not unfamiliar to him.

As the last feudal dynasty established by the Han people, the Ming Dynasty really has too many legends and twists and turns.

From Zhu Yuanzhang established the country with a cloth cloth, to Zhu Di's successful army as a vassal king, he took the throne of his nephew, and later his cousin Jiajing inherited the throne of his cousin Zhengde...... But none of this has a better story than what will happen in the next few years.

Who would have thought that Zhu Qizhen, the Son of Heaven who is now sitting on the throne, would be captured alive by the Warat people in front of the battle? Then his younger brother Zhu Qiyu succeeded him as the new great tomorrow. After that, Zhu Qiyu, who was released back, seized the opportunity of Zhu Qiyu's serious illness to regain the throne through several years of dormancy......

If these things were not really recorded in the history books, I am afraid that even the author with a big brain would not dare to create such a bizarre story. But this is the truth, it is the history that Lu Zhen clearly remembers, and it is precisely after that that the Ming Dynasty's attitude towards the Mongolian people has changed from active to passive.

Although he is not a nationalist, Lu Jin, who is a Han Chinese, still feels uneasy when he thinks about what will happen in a few years, and he really does not want to see the Han people, especially the innocent people, suffer countless deaths and injuries in this turmoil.

But what can I do? Now I'm just a captive in the hands of the Monese...... When the heavy tiredness and drowsiness finally hit, Lu Zhen said to himself with a wry smile. He, indeed, couldn't do anything about this kind of thing, at least for now, he was too far away from all this.

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After only falling asleep for less than two or three hours, Lu Zhen was awakened by the movement around him, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the sky was completely bright, and the Mongolian and captives had already gotten up and began to prepare to continue on the road.

Although Lu Jin's status has become a little special now, he still has no privileges, and it is impossible for Hezha to delay his trip because of him. Fortunately, the person who suffered from heat stroke yesterday has recovered today, which made him let go of a worry, and the other party was even more grateful to Lu Jin: "If it weren't for Lu Gongzi to come to the rescue, my Cao Bing's life would have been explained, and I won't thank you, but in the future, my life will be Lu Gongzi's yours." ”

Seeing that this man, who was actually no worse than Xie Laoqi, thanked him so much, Lu Zhen hurriedly waved his hand: "Brother Cao, you are too polite, I just did what I had to do." And you don't have to call me any son, just call me by my first name, Lu Jin. Although his accent was still a little problematic, it was understandable.

Cao Bing didn't care much about this, but he just saw that Lu Jin's eyes were a little more respectful, but in terms of title, he didn't change. Lu Jin saw that he insisted, so he didn't mention it anymore, although it was a little awkward, it was a good intention of others after all.

Later, there was no mistake in the journey further into the grassland, and with Lu Jin's persuasion, those Mongolian people did not treat the captives too roughly, which allowed Lu Zhen to establish a good reputation and prestige among these Han people.

At the same time, he also learned their identities from Xie Laoqi and Cao Bing behind his back, these two people were actually border guards of the Ming army, especially the former, who actually took on the position of a team leader. It was only because he was suddenly attacked by the cavalry of Hezha and dozens of his men were killed and defeated that he fell into the hands of the people and became a prisoner of the Mongols.

After knowing Xie Laoqi's identity, Lu Zhen solved the doubts in his heart, no wonder this person can know that it is now the eighth year of Ming orthodoxy, and if he wants to change other prisoners, it would be good to be able to say the name of the year like today's son, let alone accurate to the year.

Finally, under the scorching sun all the way, they saw an area inhabited by Mongolian people on the sixth day, and when Hezha and the others came here, they also showed a relaxed and happy smile on their faces: "Go home!" ”

With this shout, several horsemen and horses had already galloped towards the tribal settlement, and soon attracted the attention of the people there, and many people immediately met them.

It was a medium-sized tribe of more than 2,000 people, and its name was Rahab. Lu Zhen had never heard of this name, but it was not surprising, because the various parts of the grassland were divided and combined, and even they themselves could not report the names of all the tribes, large and small.

As a Mongolian tribe that is not too far from the border of the Ming Dynasty, the people here are not living very well, which can be seen from their very damaged tents. And when Hezha took out the looted property from the border of the Ming Dynasty, it caused a burst of cheers from the people left behind in the ministry.

Then, after a dignified man who looked to be in his fifties, the property was divided into the hands of everyone in the ministry. Then, someone set their eyes on Lu Jin's captives.

For the Mongols, who generally have a small population, population is also a manifestation of wealth and strength, especially these captive Han Chinese, who are excellent candidates for slavery, and by driving them to do things for their tribes, the young men in the ministry can free up their hands to go outside and plunder more wealth.

When the clan leader saw the appearance of everyone, he understood what they were thinking, and nodded: "Then follow the original rules, first let the three elders each choose five people as slaves, and then ......"

He was making arrangements when Hezha suddenly spoke: "Hehu'er, wait a minute." ”

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned, especially the patriarch Hehu'er, who glanced at his right-hand man with some dissatisfaction, could it be that this guy didn't take himself seriously because he made some credit this time?

Hezha didn't pay much attention to this, walked over quickly, and then whispered a few words to Hehu'er, and then pointed to Lu Jin, who was also standing in the group of captives.

The unhappiness on Hehu'er's face was quickly replaced by surprise and confusion, and then his gaze also fell on Lu Jin's body: "What you said is true? ”

"It's true, he also brought heavenly food, and that taste is ......," said Hezha, his face full of enjoyment.

Hehu'er knew that he would not deceive himself in this matter, so he nodded: "Then so be it......" He said, glancing at the people around him who were looking at him: "The matter of dividing the prisoners will be talked about later, three elders, you go to the tent with me to discuss something, and look at them first." ”

The patriarch said this, and although everyone was full of puzzlement, they could only accept it. Lu Zhen and the others were then driven and sat together, and beside them, there were dozens of Mongolian warriors armed with bows and knives, obviously as long as they made any abnormal moves, they would not hesitate to kill them.

In this regard, these captives have long accepted their fate and have no intention of resisting. However, Lu Jin, a pair of eyes couldn't help but curiously sweep the surrounding Mongolian tents, looking at these tents sewn out of cow and sheepskin, the large ones are more than ten square meters, and the small ones are only three or five square meters, he feels very interesting.

Because all of this is knowledge that can't be found in books, as for what you see on TV, those yurts are as big as commercial houses in later generations, which is really fake.

Moreover, the tents of these Mongols were not very close together as they were on TV, but were a long distance apart, sometimes only two or three tents within a radius of two or three miles......

Just as Lu Zhen was looking at the environment here and judging it from a historical perspective, a Mongolian man had already come to him: "Follow me!" ”

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It seems that this book is about to enter the new book list, so please give passers-by some strength to climb!!!!