"Wow..."Sulut, who was drunk and lying down, was poured from head to foot by a basin of cold water, the grassland in early summer, although it was a little hot during the day, but it was still cold at night, Sulut shivered and woke up from his sleep.

During the day, he found a lot of food from the poor man's house, and some of the money and food that had been extorted by Dorgon some time ago, and Surut rejoiced in his heart, and drank a few more glasses in the evening, and was a little drunk.

Anyone who is splashed with cold water in a deep sleep will be unhappy, let alone Sulut, the great shepherd of the dignified Sunit, even the person who has to give three points to Tanghis, feeling the wet hair on his head, and the cold feeling of the thin clothes on his body being wet, Sulut was furious, and he was about to open his mouth to threaten.

"Hmm..." It was just that what should have been a strong scolding sound, but at this moment it all turned into a low sound of struggle, and Surut realized that his mouth was tightly gagged by a rag, and it was futile to struggle to move something, because his hands and feet were tied.

"Smack!" With a soft sound, a spark the size of a bean lit up in the darkness, and then it turned into two, and an oil lamp came to Surut's face, and then the fire that lit the lamp was extinguished.

Squinting slightly, and after getting used to the light of the oil lamp, Surut noticed a few blurred faces around him in the darkness, and looked left and right to see himself tied to a pillar in the center of the tent.

Sulut's heartbeat suddenly increased, the pores all over his body opened open, and he sweated a lot at once, and he was hangover and dizzy, and he suddenly sobered up a lot, he was kidnapped.

What about the guards? This group of rice buckets, there was no reaction when someone broke into the big tent, they were really blind to their good wine and meat, Surut scolded secretly.

Someone seemed to guess his thoughts, "Are you looking for them?" The oil lamp moved slowly in the darkness, and the orange light shone on the several guards lying on the ground, all of them closing their eyes tightly, looking serene, as if they were asleep.

Seeing this scene, Surut felt cold in his heart, knowing that he would not be able to be rescued in a short time.

But when he saw the oil lamp that was getting brighter and brighter, his eyes froze slightly, it was late at night, such a little light, in the dark, it could travel far away, these thieves were so careless, he might still have a chance.

It's just that the other party's next words completely extinguished Sulut's newly alive thoughts, "Thank you for the exquisite materials of your yurt, the tent is very thick, and the light can't shine through, otherwise, we can only talk in the dark." ”

The tabernacle is so thick that the light can't shine through? Surut endured the headache after the hangover and thought about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case, not long ago Dolgon came here, and it was all his yurt that was taken care of, and before leaving Sunit, Dolgon lived in this tent.

"Alright, Lord Surut, it's a good thing to meet you for the first time." A teenager walked up to him in greeting.

Surut twisted his hands, struggled on the pillar a few times, snorted a few times in his mouth, and motioned for the other party to take out the rags in his mouth, he had something to say.

The young man smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a stout and fierce man walked behind Surut, slowly pulled out the scimitar, and put the blade against Surut's throat, and then used his other hand to pick out the rags in his mouth, the meaning was obvious, as long as Surut dared to shout, the scimitar promised to cut his throat before the others were alarmed.

The rag had just been taken out, and Sulut had a burst of nausea, he had drunk a lot of wine, and after being awakened by the cold water, he was sweating again, and now the sweat was collected, and he wore less, so he inevitably suffered a little cold, and his stomach turned over the river and the sea, and he was so brutally pulled out of the rags by the other party, the desire to vomit could no longer be suppressed, and his mouth opened, and a sour slurry with the smell of alcohol went straight to the young man in front of him.

Surut's moment was both unintentional and intentional.

said that he was unintentional, but his nausea was real, and he really couldn't hold it down, so he had to vomit it anyway to feel better.

said that it was intentional, but he only had to bow his head slightly, and the filth in his mouth could avoid the young man in front of him.

It's just that Surut is angry in his heart, but he can't help the other party, so he wants to use this moment to disgust this kid, which can be regarded as giving the other party a dismount.

Seeing that the slurry squirting out of his mouth was getting closer and closer to the other party, Sulut, who was full of happiness, sneered in his heart, just waiting to see the other party being embarrassed by his own vomit.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, and the boy disappeared on the spot, and the vomit fell into the air, and then smashed to the ground, splashing several people around him to curse in a low voice, and they all avoided it.

Surut immediately felt the skin in his throat tighten, and a slight tingling pain came, and the young man had already gone to his other side out of nowhere, sandwiching himself between the big man and the big man, holding the tip of the scimitar in one hand, with a slight force, and his neck was crushed by the blade, which was exactly what the young man did.

Sulut didn't dare to act rashly, and only stared at the young man with the corner of his eye, a little apprehensive in his heart, not knowing how the other party would clean himself up.

This young man was Zhiwen, and he could naturally see that Sulut's vomit was intentional, and after successfully avoiding it, he cut his neck, which was a small punishment, but it was not enough.

"Lord Surut isn't very particular." Zhiwen pointed to the dirt splashed on the front of Sulut's shirt and said, "Come on, find a basin of water for Lord Sulut to clean and clean well, clean it up, and then talk later." ”

Bagen happily picked up the copper basin from the ground, and ran to the water tank in the corner of the tent to fetch water, which disgusted him just now, and with his original intention, he was going to punch Surut twice, but Zhiwen's method seemed to be good.

"Wow!" Another basin of water was poured from the head, the cold chill was refreshing, Sulut's body began to tremble, two basins of cold water in succession, Rao was strong, and he couldn't stand it.

Bagan is proud in his heart, and he makes you old boy uneasy and kind.

"Alright, since Lord Surut has washed up, then we can have a good talk." Zhiwen slowly walked up to Sulut, smelled the stench, and couldn't help frowning, but in this situation, he couldn't afford to clean up and then put on the fork, so he could only settle it.

"Are you Han?" Surut raised an eyebrow and asked.

Although Zhiwen speaks Mongolian now quite well, it still doesn't sound authentic enough to these Mongolian people, and it doesn't take a few words to hear it.

"Lord Surut is really a treacherous... No, the knowledge is extraordinary, and it is indeed Han Chinese. ”

"We haven't seen each other, have we?" Surut asked.

"I've never seen it before." Zhiwen replied.

"Do you and I have a grudge?"

"No hatred, no grudges!"

"In that case, why did you come late at night and not only stunned my guards, but also tied me up like this?"