The next day, the sky was so gray as if it had been smoked, which was a rare thing, and a strong wind blew on the Gobi Desert, and the fine sand blew on the face with the wind, like a blunt knife kept cutting, and countless insects crawled into the nostrils, which was uncomfortable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Sheng was taken outside the tent to watch the killing. The one who was killed was a prisoner of the Shuofang army who had fled east last night. He was joined by countless people who had been plundered from Lingzhou by the Uighurs.

The methods of the Uighurs were cruel because they were cruel by nature. They tied the captured captives to their horses and dragged them to death at gallops, and they also beheaded the captives, one by one. Either way, they would hang the heads of the dead on wooden poles like a forest, and they would skin them and hang the headless bodies like dried meat, leaving them to shed their last drop of blood and be dried in the west wind.

In order to show their bravery and cruelty, the Uighurs set up bonfires in front of these "graves" and gathered to cook sheep and cattle, sing and dance.

Wu Sheng realized in fear and hatred that in the eyes of these undeprived barbarians, there was no difference between humans and livestock, at least not slaves. As he lay on the ground and vomited, Wu Sheng's ten fingers were clenched into the earth, and he swore in his heart that if he could not make the Uighurs pay for this life, he would be a seven-foot man.

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The westward journey continued, Wu Sheng and his companions were driven like livestock, eating and drinking became a luxury, it was a great fortune not to be whipped, the dry land west of the river made him take off a few layers of skin, and sometimes when he looked up at the sun overhead, he would feel that he was dead.

It's a luxury to be alive.

However, the Uighurs had no intention of losing their wealth in vain, and although they suffered so much and were skinny and skinny, Wu Sheng did not die on the road. I don't know how far he walked, I don't know how long he walked, he was dispatched like a cargo, and finally he was roped and sent to the remote grassland.

He was received in a small settlement, with less than a hundred tents, and there were only twenty or thirty people from Lingzhou who came with him. He was sent to a dilapidated tent at the very edge of the settlement, the tent in front of him was so small that it looked like a stunted beggar, and in fact, the Uighurs who came out of the tent to receive him were indeed ragged like the beggars in Lingzhou City, and their short stature was just no thinner than him.

The Uighur warriors who brought him here simply left after handing over to the Uighurs who came out of the tent, and Wu Sheng naturally did not understand their words. He was tired and tired, barely able to support himself, the shoes under his feet had long since worn out, and they had lost their original appearance, revealing the front half of his feet, and the blood was as dirty as horse manure, his eyes were bloodshot, he was unclothed, his hair was scattered like a wild beast, and he would fall down at any moment.

But Wu Sheng did not fall, and it was not difficult for him to recognize that the other party was a woman, as he looked at the short Uighur in front of him. Although the other man's skin was equally dry, his hands were equally rough, his face was equally dirty, his robe was large and ill-fitting, and he stood not much different from that of a Uighur man, but his upturned chest was not deceiving.

Wu Sheng was thinking in his heart, if he broke out, how sure he would kill the other party, if he killed the other party, how sure he would not attract attention, if he didn't attract attention, how would he escape from here.

There is no point in escaping from here, surrounded by thousands of miles of grasslands, deserts, and the Gobi, it is impossible for him to successfully escape back to Lingzhou, not to mention that the injury on his leg has not yet healed.

But this did not prevent Wu Sheng from lowering his head and calculating in his heart, until the other party led him into the tent that was leaking everywhere, gave him a bowl of hot water, and stuffed him with a bowl of food.

Of course, Wu Sheng would not refuse to eat, it was useless to simply stick to his integrity, he had to regain his strength so that he could do more. Even if he can't escape in the end, as long as it is possible, it will not be difficult to attack and kill a few barbarians with his ability, and maybe he will set a fire to this small tribe.

After eating the small amount of food in the bowl, Wu Sheng did not feel half full, although his body was a little hot, he was still shivering with cold. The Uighur woman, who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, came over to collect the broken bowl, glanced at him, turned and rummaged around the corner for a while, and finally took out a piece of ragged clothes that could not be seen in its original color, trotted over and handed it to Wu Sheng, and motioned for him to put it on.

As the sky grew late, the light in the tent gradually dimmed, and Wu Sheng put on the clothes with the smell of cattle and sheep, and at this moment he clearly felt that he had become the same existence as livestock. He looked at the little tent, and if the walls of the house were suitable for a tent, it could not have been more appropriate, except for the burning wood and hanging iron kettle in the tent, and the dog kennel on the opposite side, which could barely be called a bed, there were only bits and pieces of miscellaneous things piled up in the corner.

When night fell, the little woman curled up on the bed, did not lie down, but hugged her legs and pillowed her chin on her knees, and kept looking at Wu Sheng with shining eyes. There was not much firewood in the fire, and the burning fire was the only light in the tent, so Wu Sheng naturally knew that such a luxury object as an oil lamp would not appear in this tent.

Wu Sheng sat on the cold ground, his hands and feet were shivering with cold, and his teeth were constantly fighting, the late autumn here might have been cold enough, but Wu Sheng knew that the reason why his reaction was so big was just because his body was too weak.

The sound of squirming made Wu Sheng raise his head, and then he saw the little woman holding a ball of bedding and blankets, stuffing it in front of him, and then quickly ran back to the kennel, returning to the previous posture of sitting with her knees crossed.

When wrapping the blanket around his body, Wu Sheng couldn't help but secretly wonder about the situation of this family. There was no doubt that there was no one else in the house, and the old man might have died, while the only young man had gone to the battlefield and captured himself. At this time, the young man did not return, it is likely that he died in battle, or he may be recuperating from his injuries, or maybe it is simply because the war is not over.

Through the flickering fire, two aliens who were originally on opposite sides of the world, but were pulled by fate to sit face to face, each looked at each other and stared at each other, neither of them said a word, no one moved their eyes, doubt, vigilance, defensiveness, and hatred made the two pairs of eyes extraordinarily bright.

The flints in the fire flickered with flickering red stars, faint as fireflies, and occasionally there was a sudden crackling sound of burning.

The fatigue of the past few days made Wu Sheng, who had something in his stomach, fall asleep in front of the fire.

This sleep did not sleep very peacefully. In this situation, Wu Sheng could not sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a grunting sound. Suddenly opening his eyes, Wu Sheng's first reaction was to look at the little woman. Elsewhere, a huddled black shadow was no different. As the outline of the shadow became clearer, the grunt sounded again. This time, Wu Sheng heard clearly, it was the little woman's stomach screaming.

Wu Sheng realized that the little woman had not left since she entered the tent, and he had not seen the other party eating. Perhaps, the bowl that could not let Wu Sheng eat was the woman's ration today.

As the night grew deeper and the wind grew colder, they howled as if they were about to lift the tent away, and when they got into it, they were like knives and swept everywhere.

There was a lot of movement, but the little woman didn't wake up. Or maybe she woke up, but then fell back asleep. It was only in the middle of this sleep that her teeth began to fight. The night wind was too cold, and the tent was too loose. With the thin size of the little woman, she could not have possed to such a large tent without help, although it was relatively small.

Wu Sheng tugged at the tattered blanket in front of the faint red fire, his mind fluctuating.

He didn't fall asleep again, and he began to plan his counterattack. Perhaps, it should be called the road to the east.

First, he should gain the little woman's trust. At the very least, he had to learn the Uighur language.

The next day, when the sky was still blue, the little woman got up from the kennel, and then woke up Wu Sheng, who was pretending to be asleep, danced in front of her, and went out with a horsewhip.

Wu Sheng knew that his life as a slave had officially begun, marked by being dragged out of the tent by the emaciated Uighur woman in front of him.

It had been a while since he was captured, and Wu Sheng did not understand the Uighur dialect at all, and the Uighur woman in front of him spoke very little, so she did not talk to Wu Sheng too much in everything, but set an example and let him do it, so Wu Sheng was quick to get started with everything.

Even so, when Wu Sheng saw the two big wolf dogs outside the sheepfold, he couldn't help but tremble, especially when the other party showed his sharp teeth and murderous gaze at him. Wu Sheng knew very well that with his current physical state, he couldn't deal with these two big wolf dogs at all. But fortunately, after the little woman touched the wolfdog's head and squatted down and croaked in a warning, the other party quickly stuck out her tongue and became honest.

Wu Sheng couldn't understand why the little woman didn't lead the big wolf dog back to the tent last night, if so, even if he had any evil intentions, I am afraid he couldn't help the little woman. Perhaps, in the eyes of the little woman, Wu Sheng is not so terrible, or perhaps, in the eyes of the little woman, the safety of the sheep in the sheepfold is more important than herself, and the sheepfold without the care of wolf dogs will always be patronized by wild wolves, or perhaps, this time the little girl is just simply stupid.

Herding sheep, herding sheep on the endless pasture, this is the first important thing Wu Sheng learned.

It is not difficult to herd sheep, and sheep do not have the habit of running around, but that is when they do not encounter wolves.

Watching the little Uighur woman like an old hen, spreading her arms to drive away the bleating flock, Wu Sheng remembered the old story of Zhang Qian's envoy to the Western Regions and Su Wu to shepherd sheep. The two big wolfdogs ran merrily, enclosing the sheep in a ball with great humanity, and then ran behind the little woman and followed with their tails.

Blue sky and white clouds, sheep in the pasture, one person and two dogs, this scene did not make Wu Sheng's mind pure. He wondered if the wolf did appear, would the little Uighur woman, who looked very stupid, be so frightened that she would leave him and the sheep and run away.