At dusk, the fields were filled with weary people, seven or eight, or a dozen, gathered together, leaning on each other to ward off the cold of the coming night.

More than 150 full of Tartar cavalry, but to escort tens of thousands of prisoners, it was really beyond his strength, but Abul had a very good way, he ordered all the people to tie their hands with ropes, and a rope could often tie seven or eight or a dozen people into a long line, so that even if the people wanted to, they could not run fast. Only when it was time to eat would Abula allow the rope to be untied. That's why the people are gathered together.

Nearly fifty bannermen were lost in the attack on Sicheng, and Abule had to escort more than 10,000 people to Bazhou safely, so as to eliminate the anger above.

"Master, it's already dark at night, be careful of catching a cold!" He Lu ran over and draped a blanket on Abule, who wrapped the blanket tightly, and then felt a trace of warmth on his body.

"Master, I'll sleep for a while, you run a little more often, check on these untouchables, and if anyone wants to escape, kill him for me." Aboul commanded casually, curled up under the horse's belly and narrowed his eyes.

He Lu agreed, and began to patrol with a scimitar, being a slave has to be like this, the master can sleep, you can't, it is the duty of a slave to think about the master wholeheartedly.

"Master Jun, Master Jun!" When patrolling to the side of the road, he heard someone calling in a low voice, and when He Lu looked closely, he saw a man shouting in a low voice.

"What? Want to die? He Lu frowned and walked up and gently kicked the man.

"Master Jun, you can speak official language, that's great." The man was very excited, and said with a wink, "Master Jun, I have ten taels of silver in my arms, please help, loosen the rope in my hand a little, the tie is too tight." ”

He Lu stretched out his hand and touched him, touched a hard thing, reached out and took it out, and sure enough, it was a silver ingot. That's a lot of money! He Lu as a coat, there are not many opportunities to make a fortune, after the defeat of Fangshan County, the soldiers of the Eight Banners have made a fortune, one by one privately got a lot of silver, but He Lu can't get much, one is that he can't bear to raise a butcher's knife to loot his former compatriots, and even if he robs the silver, he will often be ordered to hand it over by Abule.

With this silver, she should be able to give that stupid woman a silver hairpin, but she is a fool, what is the use of dressing up beautifully? He Lu sighed in his heart.

After being plundered to Liaodong, He Lu, who gave up his dignity, was accepted as a house slave by Abule because of his literacy and hyphenation, and in order to calm his heart, he also pointed out a female slave to him. It was a beautiful woman, maybe the daughter of a large family, but after being plundered, she was insulted, and the whole person became stupid and stupid, and her eyes were straight and she didn't say a word all day long.

He Lu did not treat her as rough as other men, but carefully dressed her up, cooked delicious meals for her, and treated her like his own wife, but he still couldn't get back her lost soul.

Thinking of his woman, He Lu sighed, his heart inevitably softened, and he bent down to loosen the rope for the man, replacing the dead buckle with a live buckle.

"Don't do stupid things, you can't run away!" He Lu whispered in his ear, leaving the stunned man to leave.

After turning around, He Lu returned to his horse, curled up in the belly of the war horse, wrapped himself tightly with a wolf skin quilt, and felt extremely cold like this, his lips kept trembling, and he hurriedly took off a skin bag from his waist and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, which gave him some warmth.

The cold wind blows like a knife on a winter night, and he has cotton clothes and leather quilts to keep out the cold, and he doesn't know how those people who sleep in the open can resist this bone-chilling cold, but one thing He Lu knows is that by the dawn of tomorrow, hundreds of corpses will be frozen in this wilderness. The old people and children in the team will definitely not last a few days, and only the strongest young people will be able to reach Liaodong safely. That's how He Lu came over back then.

The cold wind is blowing, the stars in the sky are brilliant, and it is said that a star in the sky corresponds to a person in the world, and I don't know which star I belong to? What are the stars of the parents who died tragically?

The night was already deep, just when He Lu was dazed and seemed to be asleep, suddenly there was a commotion not far away, He Lu woke up with a cleverness, and looked at it, as if there were many black shadows running, and someone wanted to escape!

"Chirp" arrows sounded one after another, and then there were bursts of screams, this is the Eight Banners soldiers at night to open their bows and arrows, as long as it is a moving black shadow, it can't help but say that it is an arrow.

"All the people, listen, the Eight Banners Master's arrow is very accurate, whoever wants to escape will definitely be shot to death, don't do anything stupid!" A few gong-like voices were shouting, calming the people who were in a little commotion, He Lu knew that it was a Han man who was doing things for the Mantars like himself, but for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to get up at this moment.

The torches lit up one after another, illuminating the hideous faces of the Tartars and the bloody corpses on the ground, He Lu didn't know if any of them belonged to the owner of the ten taels of silver in his arms, and if so, did he harm him?

Looking at the bloody corpses that were dragged back on the ground, all the people were silent, and they no longer dared to have the idea of escaping, and the riot gradually subsided.

It took an hour for the commotion to subside, and when He Lu was curled up under the horse's belly again, he found that the morning star in the eastern sky was twinkling, and it would not be long before dawn. He Lu quickly closed his eyes, taking advantage of the last moment to rest for a while, there was still a day to go tomorrow.

Just when He Lu was sleeping in a daze, he heard another commotion, and then the sound of fighting and shouting came.

"Dog minion, don't get up yet!" A big foot kicked on He Lu, kicking his sleepiness out of the clouds, hurriedly got up, lifted his weapon, and saw that the sound of fighting not far in front of him had already sounded, and countless black shadows took advantage of the last darkness before dawn to kill.

The sound of the bowstring sounded one after another, and then the feather arrow pierced the sky and flew towards the darkness. All the Eight Banners silently took off their bows and arrows and shot into the distance.

He Lu hurriedly lifted the firecracker, nervously filled the gunpowder, panicked and didn't know how much gunpowder was filled, closed his eyes and hooked the trigger in the dark, "bang" a loud sound, as if thunder drove out the darkness, when He Lu opened his eyes again, he saw countless warriors in black clothes and carrying sharp blades shouting and killing.