Under Chen Zhen's strong command, thousands of Liangzhou cavalry soldiers attacked from all over the city, and finally succeeded in killing the remaining scattered captive cavalry guerrillas. More than 300 people of the Xiongnu and Diqiang ethnic groups were captured, nearly 1,000 horses were captured, and thousands of weapons such as bows, arrows, knives and guns were captured.

The good news from all over the place was successively transmitted to the state governance, and Zhang Jun was full of praise for it. The previous reports of attacks everywhere had made him toss and turn, and it was difficult for him to sleep. And now the result is quite satisfactory to him. After learning the news of the succession of the subordinates, many subordinates of the Assassin's Mansion also rushed to tell each other and were excited.

However, in Li Yanzhi's eyes, the cavalry of more than 2,000 people sent by Liu Yin went deep into the state border, and the destruction has caused many counties and counties in Liangzhou to suffer a blow. Destroyed homes can be rebuilt, abandoned fields can be replanted, but it is difficult to say how long the panic in the hearts of the people will last. Although these enemy horses were almost completely annihilated this time, in Li Yanzhi's view, the two sides were just a lose-lose situation.

He led the rest of his cavalry, escorted nearly 100 Hun prisoners, and returned to the place of governance from Wuwei County. The march was slow because the captives had no horses to ride and were strung together with ropes. At his behest, these Hun captives were tortured along the way. Lack of food and clothing, when someone fell due to lack of support, the cavalry of the Wu Wei army almost immediately untied their ropes, and then took them to the side of the road and cut off their heads, thinking that it was a military achievement.

In addition to these Xiongnu cavalry, the rest of the Qiang people who had been captured before had been released one after another. For these people, Li Yanzhi did not hesitate to let the soldiers of the station give them sufficient water and dry food. At this time, these Hun captives who were in the team always thought of this, and they lamented that they were not born to be Qiang, so that they were treated like this. At present, in order to strictly prevent these Hun captives from escaping, they go to the toilet on the way, and the Hun captives after untying the rope are often escorted forward by a team or even a group of Wuwei army cavalry.

After more than ten days of trekking, Li Yanzhi's cavalry escorted more than 50 Hun captives back to the camp. On the way to escort, the cavalry often took one or two pieces of Hu Biscuit and threw it among the captives when they ate and put it, and watched the Hun captives fight for Hu Biscuits, so as to have fun on the boring march. The captives, driven by hunger, could no longer care about their robes, so they fought each other with all the weapons they could get. In addition to the long journey, lack of food and clothing, there are not a few captives who die as a result of brawls.

Although Li Yanzhi did not approve of the inhumane and somewhat cruel entertainment method of his subordinates, he did not show clear opposition. These captives wreaked havoc in the villages, slaughtering the people, all of them were as vicious as jackals, tigers and leopards. At this time, the robe of life and death was beaten for a piece of Hu Cake, which undoubtedly made Li Yanzhi look down on him even more.

After returning to the camp, Li Yanzhi ordered his subordinates to imprison all these Xiongnu captives in the dungeon that had been temporarily dug for those Xiongnu prisoners. The dungeon was dug behind the stables, with only a few rays of sunlight shining in from a low window sealed with iron bars. And the smell of the stench emitted by the gathering of military horses has become the daily routine of these pathetic captives.

The dungeon was originally excavated on the scale of about twenty or thirty captives. At this time, more than fifty captives were squeezed in, and it was natural to feel that the space was cramped. However, it was rare for these Xiongnu captives not to raise objections - they knew in their hearts that even if they raised any objections, it would never be possible for them to be realized with these Liangzhou soldiers. The only possible thing is to incur more intense abuse.

After being imprisoned in this dungeon, they were spared the hardship of long journeys, and each person was given two bowls of gruel to drink every day—a treatment that made the captives breathe a sigh of relief. Although two bowls of gruel were not enough to satisfy their stomachs and not starve, they no longer had to fight against the robes around them for a piece or two of hard Hu Biscuits.

Although these captives are now placed in this narrow dungeon, Li Yanzhi still takes special care of them. He ordered his soldiers to go and raise one or two horsemen after a day or two, and then torture them so that the Hun captives would reveal all the pitiful information they knew.

The number of men guarding these captives was as large as a hundred men. The Battle Battalion, the Jianrui Battalion, and the Shooting Battalion have all been dispatched, distributed on the left side of this dungeon, and are closely guarded. In case these Hun captives escaped. Each of these interrogations took place in a makeshift wooden room behind the dungeons where the captives were kept. Every morning, the guards of the captives went down to the dungeon, took one or two prisoners, and took them to the wooden huts to be tortured. In the evening, the half-dead captives were thrown into the dungeon.

Such cruel torture not only physically but also mentally tortured these poor Hun captives day after day, and they were powerless to resist such a fate, but every day they saw the robe that was still alive when they went out in the morning, and when they were thrown into the dungeon in the evening, they were already dying, and everyone had a sad feeling of the death of a rabbit and a fox.

After such a day lasted for more than ten days, twenty more captives died. The dead captives, as before, were dragged out and their heads cut off as military merit, and their bodies were buried haphazardly in mass graves outside the city.

Under such tremendous mental and physical torture and pressure, the captives who were imprisoned in the dungeon were no longer willing to continue like this. Now, in their spare time, they have nothing to do, and they gradually begin to plan to escape and even resist.

Anyway, under severe torture, it is still death, running away or resisting is still death, these Huns have also fought in all directions, how can they be willing to be slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter?

But now, day and night, the footsteps of the enemy soldiers who are on duty outside and who are responsible for guarding them have never stopped. The captives who were taken out for torture often brought the situation outside to the dungeon, which was guarded by nearly a hundred enemy soldiers, and there was no shortage of ironclad warriors among the enemy troops. How did they escape?

The skylight sealed with iron bars high in the dungeon was the only exit to the outside world, apart from the small door overhead. The captives had no choice but to make up their minds on the skylight.

This dungeon was apparently dug in a hurry. There are still many tree branches, straw sticks, and even stone chips in it. Having no other choice, the captives resorted to stone chips, many of whom took turns digging in an attempt to dig up the rammed earth where the iron bars were buried. From the outside, it looked like normal, but when the time came, if they wanted to escape, they could pull out the bars and climb out of the skylight.

A few more days passed, and the work of the captives began to take shape. However, the enemy soldiers who were guarding from the left did not relax their vigilance for a day.

Every day, there are still robes who are escorted out of the dungeon in the morning and thrown back half-dead at night. For such a situation, the crowd has obviously long been numb. Survival is now a luxury, but it makes them even more nostalgic for the days when they rode freely and slaughtered the villagers.

During the days of waiting, five or six more captives were tortured and died. Of those who had been tortured, only one still breathed like that. But it's also in a situation where you're going to die at any moment.

One evening, the prisoners who had been tortured were thrown down the ladder at the entrance by the Liangzhou soldiers. The captives in the dungeon cursed and carried the two men back to their prisons. Now, as more and more people die, the dungeon is much more spacious. It's just that the rest of the people are thinking about escaping all the time, and they don't have the slightest feeling for the much more spacious environment now.

Everyone was comforting the two Tongze, who were tortured today, but they suddenly heard a shout from outside the skylight: "The thieves in the county government prison have escaped from prison, Changshi ordered the Zhanfeng Battalion and the Jianrui Battalion to quickly go to fight the fire, the Shooting Battalion and the Cavalry Battalion, leaving some in the county seat, and some going out of the city to find the fugitives!" ”

When the captives in the dungeon heard this, they immediately came to their senses. They had never felt the sound of enemy footsteps running back and forth outside the dungeon so pleasant. After the chaotic sound of footsteps and horses' hooves faded away, the surroundings began to gradually fall silent. The tall captives stood on tiptoe and looked out from the skylight, but they saw the same scene all around, but now, they could no longer see the boot-clad feet of the enemy soldiers patrolling back and forth.

The tall captive listened attentively for a while. However, there was no voice on the left. It's just that in the stables ahead, there is still the sound of horses snorting from time to time.

"Run! It's a godsend today! If we don't run away, when the thief returns, we will suffer this sin day after day. The tall captive repeatedly made sure that there were no more enemy guards outside, so he turned back and said to his comrades in the prison.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, but their eyes showed a look of eagerness and fanaticism. They had been waiting for this moment for too long, and every minute and second in the dungeon before was almost tormenting for them.

The tall captives stood on tiptoe and broke off the bars of iron bars that had been hollowed out but filled with some floating earth to prevent them from being discovered. The rest of the captives behind him carefully laid out the bars on the ground under the window, and in a few moments there was not a single bar to be found on the skylight. In the past, the skylight that sealed their hope for escape has become an exit for them to escape, and it has to be said that the world is impermanent.

A diminutive captive was the first to climb out of the demonic skylight with the help of the big one, and he quickly ran to the side and hid behind a room, then observed everything around him. Although there were still a few enemy soldiers standing guard on the camp wall, they were all facing outwards and were twenty or thirty paces away from the dungeon, so they were unaware of what was happening here.

One by one, the shorter captives were sent out of the window. The first thing they did when they escaped from prison was to look around for a place to hide themselves first. After about a quarter and a half of time, the Hun captives had escaped from the dungeon one after another, and hid themselves in the surrounding barracks.

A bold captive had already reached the area around the stables from his hiding place. He looked into the stable, and his heart was suddenly surprised and delighted. In the stable, there were still a dozen or so horses. He crept back to the hideout of the big captive and learned from him what was going on in the stables.

When the big man heard this, he couldn't believe it. He straightened up and looked at the bold: "In this stable, there are really more than ten horses?" ”

The bold man pointed to the stable and whispered, "If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself!" ”

When the big man heard this, he nodded happily and said, "Now there are so many military horses left in the stables, it is indeed God who helps me!" He beckoned. The Hun captives who were hiding everywhere raised their eyes to look around, and when they were sure that it was still silent and uninhabited, they gathered towards him.

"Later, two by two go to the stable." The big man commanded: "When you go, hide behind a manger or in a haystack, and never reveal your tracks!" After everyone has passed, they will get on their horses separately and gallop outside the camp! It is estimated that there are enemy troops all over the camp, and after running out of the camp, we will wait for separate actions, whether we can run out or not depends on each person! ”

Hearing the big man's arrangement, the rest of the captives nodded their heads. Immediately, with a wave of his big hand, two people touched the stables first. Immediately, the rest of the people also spontaneously formed a team of two people, and approached the stable one after another. Seeing that it was about to be the turn of the last group of the big and bold captives, there was a sudden terrible bamboo whistle on the camp wall behind them!

The big man was frightened, knowing that his captives might have been exposed, so he grabbed the bold man and galloped with him towards the stables. However, the captives hiding in the stables were already a little panicked when they heard the sudden whistle on the camp wall. One of the cowardly captives was a timid captive, and when he untied the reins of a horse, jumped on the horse's back, and clamped his legs between the horse's belly, the horse neighed, and then galloped out of the stable!

The big man saw a horse rush out of the stable, and his heart felt even more bad. However, as he approached the left side of the stable, he began to see a succession of captives mounted on their horses and marched away. When he dragged the daring captive into the stable, he saw that there was only one war horse left in the huge stable.

"Old thief!" The big captive scolded angrily, and then he pulled the bold man and untied the reins of the only remaining horse, and the two of them stepped up together. Fortunately, both of them are not fat, and the narrow saddle bridge will accommodate the next two people. The big man clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and the last war horse also rushed out of the stable and rushed straight out.

After the bamboo whistle sounded, the left side of the camp wall was already in chaos. According to the guards, they blew bamboo whistles one after another, and tried to gather the rest of the people, intending to block the camp gate. Block the escape of these daring captives. However, before he could set up a horse at the camp gate, a prisoner had already rushed out on horseback, and then, one after another, the captives fled from the gate on horseback, and the Wu Wei soldiers who were close to the left and below the camp wall looked stunned.

During this period, some soldiers reacted and took off their bows and crossbows to shoot at the prisoners who had escaped from the camp or were running towards the camp gate. However, the effect is not great. Although they shot down a few captives, they managed to escape from the camp with more than a dozen captives.

Li Yanzhi was sitting upright on the watchtower, looking at the enemy prisoners who had escaped from the camp one after another, and the corners of his mouth rose and smiled......