According to the Janissary brigade commander's assumption, when these men heard their cries, they must pay great attention to them, and immediately have to report to the little cub of Dorzi, but as if they could not hear anything, they each spoke, and after tying their horses to the stables, they only looked sympathetically at the prisoner who was shouting loudly, and one of them, who looked like an officer, turned his head to the soldiers beside him and said a few words, and hurried away.

After a while, several soldiers brought a bundle of mats and put them on top of the wooden cage, and the rain and snow no longer fell directly into the wooden cage, and then someone took a few handfuls of hay and stuffed them into the wooden cage, and said something in Chinese, but unfortunately the brigade commander in the cage could not understand what the other party said.

The Janissary Brigade Commander muttered in annoyance, what is going on, I came here to see Dorzi's little cub, but I didn't come specifically to taste the taste of sitting in a wooden cage, the entourage took the hay and spread it on the ground, let him sit on it, and then held some more to cover him, the Janissary Brigade Commander suddenly felt a lot warmer on his body, and his subordinates nodded with satisfaction, and casually praised a few words, but they were hung in this damn wooden cage, when is the head.

In this way, the whole night passed in anxiety and anxiety, the day was about to light, the rain and snow had stopped, and the sun rose from the southeast, but the morning sun, although dazzling, did not drive away the slightest bit of the cold that had accumulated all night, and the commander of the Praetorian Guard, despite the thick hay on his body, was still shivering with cold, and several of his retinue did not even have hay, so they had to huddle together to keep warm.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed to one of his closest retinues and said, "You, yes, it's you, take off your shirt for me." ”

The attendant subconsciously wanted to untie it, but the other attendant grabbed his wrist.

"Bagan, don't you want to die?"

The attendant named Bagen looked aggrieved and dazed.

"Brigade, brigade commander wants, wants, of course you have to give him ......"

Grabbing Bagen's wrist, the man spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the commander of the Praetorian Guard Brigade and scolded:

"Brigade Commander of Sheep Dung, now that everyone is a prisoner in a wooden cage, what right does he have to order you." As he spoke, he sneered at the commander of the Praetorian Guard Brigade and shouted:

"Ullihan, divide your hay and use it for everyone."

The man called the name of the commander of the Praetorian Guard, challenging his authority, Ulhan was enraged, and threw himself at the man, the Mongols were good at wrestling, hand-to-hand combat, thinking that Ulhan was also a good wrestler in the tribe, but he had lost his former bravery for many years, the man flashed slightly, grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand, and threw it out, Ulhan hit the wooden cage hard, and the bones that hurt intuitively were going to be broken, and he didn't get up several times.

The man patted his thick chest, and laughed: "Now, everyone is in this wooden cage, and they are about to be redivided, how can he be able to drive us warriors on the grassland, from this moment on, I will guarantee with my life, you don't have to listen to that fool anymore." As soon as Dari'achi's words fell, his finger pointed at Ullihan, who was still unable to get up from the severe pain.

Ulhan was unwilling to accept the loss of his authority, he howled and struggled like a wounded beast and staggered to Dariachi, but he was not a strong opponent of Dariachi at all, he was once again thrown to the ground hard, and was ridden on his body, he only felt a sharp pain in both cheeks, and with the sound of crackling, he realized that he had been slapped by that damn guy, and this slap could not be stopped, he endured the severe pain without making a sound, trying to save the last dignity.

Unbeknownst to him, Dari Achi became even more violent, slapping him while scolding: "Fan you sheep dung eggs, beg for mercy, and I won't beat you." Wu Lihan gritted his teeth, he knew that he couldn't ask for mercy, and it was forgivable to defeat him beyond his strength, if he begged for mercy at this moment and gave in, then he would always bear the infamy of a coward from now on, and he couldn't raise his head in front of his clan for the rest of his life.

"My brother has no grievances with you, why did you brutally cut off his right hand, he is still a child, how can you do it."

The more he fought, the more excited he became, and everyone knew that the adjutant who had been cut off that day was actually his younger brother, and everyone silently watched the jokes of the brigade commander who cut off his hands, and no one planned to help him.

Wu Lihan secretly called unlucky, and now that he has bumped into the hands of the enemy, he can only admit it, if he wants to kill it, he will kill it, so he simply closes his eyes and does not say a word about what he does.

Completely enraged by his attitude, he picked up a sharp stone chip from the ground, and with a strong left hand, he pressed Ulihan's right hand to the ground, and the stone chip was aimed at his wrist and slashed down.

Wu Li rarely moved his real character, he was scared, remembering the appearance of becoming crippled, he couldn't help but have a cold war, and then he remembered an old saying of the Han people, those who know the times are Junjie, what if they are soft in civilian clothes, and when they return to the barracks, they will slaughter him cleanly.

"Heroes spare their lives, surround my life."

Hearing him cry out for mercy, Dari Achi sneered: "Now I think of crying for mercy, what were you doing when my poor brother shouted for mercy." ”

Ullihan stammered when asked, yes, what was he doing when the lieutenant begged him to let him go, he tried to recall the details, and the sweat on his face crackled in the low temperature of the early winter morning.

"Cutting off one of your hands is not for your life, you cowardly bear is really not worthy of being a warrior of my Mongolian Chechen department."

Dazhi Achi spoke word by word, like a knife, stabbing Ulhan again and again, he had never been so insulted, but so what, leaving the Chechen Ministry, he was not bullshit in this wooden cage, he was bullied by a former subordinate and had no power to fight back, anger and sorrow filled his chest, but there was nowhere to vent.

At this moment, a group of soldiers in gray military uniforms came from outside the wooden cage, saying words they did not understand, one of the soldiers opened the iron chain of the wooden cage door, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was pointed at the people in the cage, and the two soldiers entered the cage and dragged Dari Achi away, helped Ulhan and took him out, and the wooden door was immediately closed with a bang, and the iron chain was wrapped with a bang, and the big iron lock was buckled with a rattle.

Ulhan was carried around the barracks by two soldiers, and he was relieved that the damned little Dorji cub was finally going to see him, but when he was brought to a tent that looked like a conference room, he was a little dumbfounded.

He didn't know any of the people in the room, all of them were in light gray military uniforms, neatly armed and tied, an officer of medium height, sitting upright on a chair, his eyes were awe-inspiring, he looked at them and unconsciously lowered his head, and did not dare to look at him again.

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