The moment he saw those two people, Yan Ming's first thought was that this group of people wanted to sacrifice themselves to the dead Hun soldiers. But he immediately reversed his idea.

If these Huns wanted to sacrifice themselves to the dead, they would definitely not help him to redress his wounds and give him milk to drink. Maybe before he woke up, he cut off his head.

Although Yan Ming felt that his analysis was reasonable, his face still changed a little.

The Huns in the entire courtyard paid attention to the two deceased. Next to the two deceased, an elderly woman, kneeling beside the corpses, wept incessantly. There are familiar neighbors who are persuading.

Yan Ming noticed that except for the two people lying on the ground wearing the clothes of the Hun soldiers, the rest were the clothes of ordinary people, and even many of them were patched, and some were dirty, with stranded hair and filth. At first glance, it is some ordinary people of the Huns.

Yan Ming was thinking about it, and suddenly felt his arm being pulled down by the girl.

The girl said in the Hun dialect: "In the future, you will be the adopted son of the Tumi family, kneel down and kowtow to your two dead brothers." ”

Yan Ming didn't understand, but he understood what she meant. He stubbornly refused to kneel down and kowtow to the Huns, which was absolutely impossible.

The girl pulled him twice, and when she saw that she didn't pull it, she called out to the old man with a sad face before.

Seeing Yan Ming's stubborn refusal to kneel, the old man shook his head and didn't say anything more. The girl no longer pulled Yan Ming, but she did not leave Yan Ming, but stood behind him and looked at Yan Ming curiously.

The Hun god stick with a wooden staff said something Yan Ming couldn't understand. Every time he said a word, the people around him followed or repeated it aloud, and sometimes it was as if they were suffering from hysteria. Only the old woman, kneeling beside her, kept crying.

Yan Ming was watching from the sidelines, and sometimes, he could understand the Hun dialect in half a sentence. From just a few words, I know that this is still the head of Manchester City, but the outer city of the head of Manchester City.

The dead were the two sons of the weeping old woman, and the sad old Hun man was their father.

Knowing this, Yan Ming's heart couldn't help but sink.

He walked back to the Huns' hut. The family's surname is Tumi.

Yan Ming's legs couldn't stand for a long time, so he lay where he had just been lying on his own.

The place where the Huns lived was completely different from the couch of the Han Dynasty. These Huns living in the north dug ventilation pits in the ground and buried them with carbon or heating materials. In this way, it is the same principle as the later fire kang, except that this kang is more similar to the ground kang.

Yan Ming was lying on the ground, there should not be too much heating on the ground, and the original trace of warmth was also dissipated because of such a toss.

On the slightly cold ground kang, Yan Ming lay weakly. With his current body, even if he was given the best war horse, he would not be able to escape from the prairie.

Lying here, unconsciously, fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Ming woke up in a daze. I heard the soft crying of the old woman still in my ears.

Yan Ming only felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and as soon as he woke up, his teeth were so cold that his teeth were trembling. He could even hear his teeth colliding against each other.

"Wake up!" On the side, the old man's voice came.

Yan Ming was in a daze, and saw that in the dim room, an oil lamp with black smoke was lit, and the human face was in the shadow of the lamp, shaking like the most ancient cartoon, and there was a feeling of unreality.

The old woman he saw before was beside him at this time, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, and when she saw Yan Ming wake up, she had a rare smile on her face. It's just that she has just lost two sons, and this smile is extremely reluctant.

The two old men were very excited when they saw Yan Ming wake up, and they muttered a lot of Hun words, and the old woman walked out.

After a while, a strong smell of milk came from outside.

Yan Ming's frozen teeth kept trembling, and his body trembled, but his mind was extremely clear, and he could see that the two Hun old men really cared about him. A different kind of emotion could no longer be controlled, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Goat's milk is drunk." The old woman's words, Yan Ming understood.

The hot goat's milk entered Yan Ming's mouth, making him feel that his chills were alleviated a lot.

So regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Yan Ming drank a whole bowl of goat's milk in one go. The hot goat's milk entered his stomach, and a sweat came out.

When his body was wet, Yan Ming finally felt less cold. Only then did I understand that I had a fever just now.

The two old men saw that the fever on his body gradually subsided, but they looked a little happy. Especially the old woman, as if taking care of her own child, took care of Yan Ming.

The old man looked at Yan Ming with a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

Yan Ming was like this, confused for a while, and sober for a while I don't know how many days passed.

Every time he woke up, there was someone by his side.

Sometimes it's the old woman, sometimes it's the old man. Sometimes it was the Hun girl he saw that day.

Finally, Yan Ming's weak body gradually got better, and he was no longer so sleepy every day. It's just that the injury on his leg is a slow job, and he needs to be taken care of slowly.

Seeing that Yan Ming gradually came to his senses, the old man's eyes became more and more hesitant, and he seemed to have something to say to Yan Ming every time.

However, before Yan Ming could move around freely, a big change happened to Manchester City.

Suddenly, there was an order from Shan Yu, asking the people of the entire Touman City to move north and migrate to the Mobei Xiongnu Court.

This is a mandatory order, and no one can disobey it.

Yan Ming was like this, led by the old man and the old woman, and walked towards the deeper part of the prairie. Deeper and deeper, farther and farther away from the Han Dynasty.

Yan Ming's legs can gradually walk simply.

Several times, he wanted to leave the team of the Huns going north. But all around were the cavalry of the Huns. During this period, I also saw people running away a few times.

Eventually, the heads of those people were hung on high flagpoles.

Yan Ming gave up his intention to escape.

According to the day, it should be the end of August and the beginning of September, but Yan Ming gradually smelled a trace of coldness. This shows that they have migrated far, far north.

As long as he has energy, Yan Ming will get out of the car and take two steps. Exercise your injured leg and foot. At this time, the girl who took care of Yan Ming would look at Yan Ming with a smile, watch him walk step by step, and shout with a smile: "Little cripple." ”

After these days, Yan Ming has been able to understand some daily Hun words, allowing the little girl to call her little lame, and occasionally showing a little smile with her.

Every time he smiled at the little girl of the Huns, the girl would blush, showing a neat row of teeth in response.

"Child, are you Han?" On this day, when Yan Ming was lying in the car to recover his energy, the old man of the Huns, who had been wanting to speak and stopped, suddenly said a word in Chinese, the voice was very small, but it was really Chinese.