In fact, the road to the east does not necessarily have to have a guide, at least Lao Luo has never worried about safety, Li Zhan and Zhang Lu and others are not completely unclear about the eastbound road.

Lao Luo's purpose in looking for a guide was more to understand the distribution of various forces along the eastern route, while Li Zhan's artisan battalion people were more familiar with the Abbasids and the internal situation.

Alc is very efficient, and Stan, a pirate-turned-fellow, does a neat job of buying slaves.

Lao Luo himself didn't want to come forward, first of all, to avoid his bloodline being caught in the middle and having a bad impact. Because they were uncertain about what the Qarluqs thought of the Han or Tang people, and they didn't bother to test the minds of others, for Lao Luo, perhaps in the near future, most of the Turks would be his enemies.

There are only eleven slaves in the Goshu Department who were ransomed, and the leader is a slender man in his thirties, with messy brown hair and dirty robes on his body, he looks extremely down, estimated to be more than one meter eight meters tall, and even looks a little skinny, with a high nose and deep eyes, and is indeed not of Chinese blood. The rest of the men were similar in appearance to him, only much less in age, and looked like they were family, or at least blood relatives.

When Ark led these people into the camp, Lao Luo was chatting around the campfire with Li Zhan, Zhang Lu, Li Jiao, and Al Hesyn and others.

So many people get together, but Lao Luo is the most conspicuous, not because he has the word protagonist written on his face, but from the perspective of everyone's expressions, Lao Luo is the most calm and has the greatest aura, which is the most touching of the skinny and skinny Ge Shulie.

The internal struggles of the nomadic tribes were the most brutal, and this is the truest portrayal of all the Turkic allied tribes. Since Geshuhan led the Geshu tribe to the peak two hundred years ago, and with Geshuhan's death in the war within the Tang Dynasty, the Geshu tribe has been going downhill, from a large tribe of tens of thousands of thousands of soldiers, to a middle tribe that has been excluded everywhere, and now it is falling apart.

Geshulie is now Chinese New Year's Eve four years old, and has experienced the last thirty years of the Goshu tribe's demise, watching the people of this tribe leave, and watching the elders sigh about the glory of the past and the withering population of the present. The surrounding pastures are encroached upon and they are unable to fight back, and they want to migrate but don't know where to live. Whether it is a grassland with fertile water and grass or a wilderness with only dead grass and rocks, there are two-legged wolves everywhere, without their own strength, they don't know who they can trust or who can be used as an arm. Thirty years of panic, until the last tribe was broken up, and then he became a prisoner of war of the Qarluqs. I thought I would be killed directly, but it turned out that for some unknown reason, he was dragged to this Roman place and sold as slaves.

Then he was ransomed by Alc, a strangely dressed (Visigothic) guy, and then escorted by a guy taller than a brown bear (Stan) to this camp that looked like it was full of warriors, and in Goshulie's opinion, every warrior in this camp was not inferior to himself, so what was the use of the owner here buying himself? He knew that in the Turkic Alliance, useless slaves were not even treated as well as cattle and horses, and the sadness in his heart made his eyes even more dull.

Until he was taken to the bonfire and saw Lao Luo and the people around him.

A person who runs in the wasteland all year round to make a living for his tribe basically can't tell the regional difference between people, but the skin color of Lao Luo and the surrounding Li Zhan and Zhang Lu has attracted his attention, especially the hair buns of Li Zhan and Zhang Lu are even more obvious - Tang people! Yes, there is a legend in the ancestors that only the Tang people are dressed like this, and although the tall man at the head does not have a bun, the language he speaks is obviously the Tang dialect in his memory.

Ge Shulie didn't need anyone to advise, he knelt down directly in front of Lao Luo, and his hoarse throat burst out with a very unskilled Chinese dialect: "Ge Shubu...... Lie, I have seen the Tang master. ”

Alke took people back to the camp, and Lao Luo noticed it from afar, but this slender man knelt directly in front of him, which still surprised Lao Luo, and of course there was some surprise in the words of the other party's mouth.

"Koshube...... Violent? Lao Luo looked at the man who was prostrate on the ground in front of him, and behind him were some people who looked younger than Cui Shibalang, the same unclothed, thin and lifeless, looking at the man on the ground blankly, "Brother Shulie, right, you can get up, you don't have to do such a courtesy next time." ”

Lao Luo's words were spoken in Chinese, of course Ge Shulie could understand it, his judgment was correct, and he secretly told himself that this was the person of the tribe that his ancestors relied on in the most glorious era, so it was not a shame to choose such a person as the master. He slowly got to his feet, bent down and saluted with the most honorable courtesy of the Goshubu, "Yes, my master." ”

Lao Luo frowned and looked at the brother Shulie in front of him and the people behind him, "Brother Shulie, next you have to follow the arrangement I gave you, go wash and change clothes and eat something first, and then I have something to ask you." ”

"Yes, master." Ge Shulie's heart at this time was only joy, this is a compassionate person, and he and his son and a few young clansmen can survive.

"Stan, take them to wash up, use the soap powder you brought from Athens, and find them the right clothes, and burn all the old clothes." Lao Luo's orders will definitely be carried out 100%, and the current situation of Ge Shulie and these people is really not suitable for doing anything.

When Stan Yingnuo retreated with the people, Zhang Lu asked with some confusion: "San Lang, is that from Geshubu?" ”

"That's right, I asked someone to buy a group of slaves in the hands of the Qarluqs I met yesterday." There's nothing bad about it, it's just that dealing with Qarluqs is not suitable for Chinese faces.

"Ge Shu, in the past, Ge Shuhan was a brave general of Datang, but now Datang is long gone, and the people of Geshu have actually fallen to this point." Zhang Lu said with some emotion.

"San Lang, you mean you bought it from the Qarluqs?" Li Zhan obviously heard the word Qarluq, and after the question was confirmed by Lao Luo, he continued: "The Qarluqs are the most powerful two-pronged, and if it weren't for their blow in the back, the artisan battalion would not have fallen into captives of the Abbasids. ”

"That's right, it's a pity that there are still people in the artisan camp who want to take refuge in the Turks, but they forget that it is the Qarluq tribe among the Turks that has caused everyone to be unable to return to their hometown for more than a hundred years." Zhang Lu was also full of hatred.

Al Hesian next to him couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only ask Lao Luo what was going on.

Not to mention how Lao Luo told Al Hesian about the East, only that Ge Shulie turned around and followed Stan, and in that moment, this big man who had not had tears for a long time suddenly burst into tears, and the young man who was following behind him in a daze chased after him and held his arm, and a young man who looked like him next to him asked in a low voice: "Father, what's wrong with you?" Is it the owner here who is bullying you? ”

Ge Shulie turned his head to look at his son beside him, and reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulder, "No, Goshya, we have found a way to live, we are the descendants of the Heavenly Khan who was followed by Hanzu more than two hundred years ago. ”

"Father, do you mean the Tang people of the East?" The story of Geshuhan is known to everyone in the entire Geshu tribe, and Tian Khan is a title that only the Tang Emperor Li Shimin once revered, so it is not surprising that Goshya knows this.

"That's right, it's the descendants of the Tang Dynasty, the people who followed the Geshu tribe in the most glorious period." Ge Shulie seemed to have regained his strength, and several teenagers around him also began to talk to each other.

"But Father, I heard that the Tang Dynasty has perished, and there is still a constant war in the east." Children in the midst of hardship and poverty mature at an early age, and this is especially true of Goshya.

"Don't worry, kid, no matter which tribe on the steppe has a time when it rises and falls, so is the same in the East, and this is not surprising." Ge Shuhan's eyes were no longer confused, but he said very firmly to his son and the young people around him: "Didn't you notice that the master here is a very tall warrior? I guess all the people here are his slaves. ”

"Immortal Heaven is above, they are really high." A young man next to him said.

"That's right, and he's very strong, look at him, he's stronger than the brown bear on the prairie." The child who spoke pointed to Stan in front of him, and said with some fear.

As if seeing someone pointing at him, Stan turned around suddenly, bared his teeth, startled the child, and said word by word in the Latin that he had just begun to skill: "The master is a great warrior, we are all his servants, it is your luck to come here, don't think too much, just work hard and work hard." ”

"Yes, thank you, what do you call it? My name is Goshulie. "The other party is reminding himself, and this big guy doesn't look vicious, and Goshulie knows this very well.

"Just call me Stan," Stan knew some Chinese, but he couldn't understand the Turkic language that the Goshuree and the others had just spoken, and couldn't help but wonder, "Are you the master's clansman?" Why don't you look like each other at all? ”

"No, we are not of the same race," Ge Shulie said with some shame, "Two hundred years ago, our ancestors were followers of the emperor's descendants who were masters, but they were just ......"

"Oh, I see...... There are also some of the master's kindred, but the master is the absolute leader. "Although Stan comes from the Viking community, he has seen more battles and ethnic divisions, so he is very sensitive to these things, although the composition of this team is complex, but it is not chaotic, he likes this, but he does not want bad changes, "Be careful not to listen to other people's commands, only the master here can lead us to survival and honor." ”

"Yes, thank you, Stan." Of course, Goshulie understands that there is internal strife within each race, which is commonplace in the steppe, and following the wrong people is likely to bring a devastating blow.

"Well, it's good that you understand." Stan looked carefully into the other's eyes, nodded and continued: "Okay, go take a shower, everyone should be serious, including hair, wash everything, the master hates sloppy behavior, hurry up, you don't have any clothes, there are new ones for you!" ”

Listening to Stan's shouting, Goshulie and a dozen young men began to strip and rush into the pool, scrubbing their bodies vigorously in the warm water, and as the filth on his body was removed, he felt that he had come back to life.