The pain lasted for more than ten seconds.

When Chen Dong had some severe pain in the palm of his right hand, he struggled to stand up, dragged the war knife in his left hand, and walked towards the outside of the mountain.

His right hand was sealed with horse meat, allowing him to use only one hand.

In such a desperate situation, there will always be a crisis.

Chen Dong knew that even if he paid some price, he had to leave his right hand empty, so that when he faced a crisis, he could meet him with both hands.

In the midst of the snowstorm.

Chen Dong's steps staggered and stumbled.

Although the wolf's blood made his state much better, the frozen war knife made him unable to cut the blue wolf, so he couldn't eat his stomach.

Wolf blood, just alleviating the status quo.

But it can't solve the status quo.

Falling into the snow again and again, Chen Dong stubbornly got up again and again, and continued to move forward, embarrassed.

But his eyes were unusually firm, staring at the front and not seeing the way forward.

"Live...... Must live...... Even if you are like a dog, you have to live......"

He kept muttering, as if he was cheering himself on, as if there was a voice in his head that kept repeating the phrase to him, and then he said it directly.

The cold wind and snow raged on Chen Dong's body.

With a slow, but resolute attitude, he snatched away the temperature on Chen Dong's body.

Cold and hungry made Chen Dong's state decay rapidly.

He kept walking, even if he was very tired, even if he wanted to rest, but he didn't dare!

Because he knows that it will be difficult to sit down and stand up again!

Even if he stumbled under his feet and fell in the snow, he clenched his teeth and immediately got up again.

Step by step, slowly and firmly.

Chen Dong felt that his strength was rapidly retreating, and even his consciousness was blurred.

The sunlight overhead became unusually dazzling.

Even the wind and snow became as sharp as a knife, cutting the body with great pain.

Trance, weakness, cold......

At this moment, Chen Dong is like a walking corpse, relying on the desire to survive and moving forward in a difficult and aimless way.

"To live, you must live, even if you are like a dog, you must live......"

The lips purple, frozen from the cold, opened and closed slightly, and let out a heavy, weak murmur.

Boom!

One stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground again.

The pain made Chen Dong sober up a little.

He gritted his teeth and hurriedly stood up again.

But this time, as soon as I got up and took a step forward, my right foot felt empty under my feet, and I stumbled and fell to the ground again.

His body has reached its limit.

But Chen Dong's desire to survive has not yet given up.

Unable to stand up, he stuck his knife into the ground and crawled forward little by little.

Behind him, a trail of crushed snow remained.

Under the sun.

Wind and snow raged.

Chen Dong was exhausted, and crawled forward little by little with turtle speed.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and gradually, he felt that the sunlight was no longer dazzling, and the wind and snow no longer cut his body like a knife.

"Stay alive ......"

When Chen Dong muttered three words in his mouth again, he was originally holding the war knife that had been inserted in front of him with both hands, but this time he did not use his strength to crawl again.

It's hands...... The sword was released.

Boom!

The sword fell to the snow.

And Chen Dong also closed his eyes.

The body that ran out of oil and lamps withered, even if he had a strong desire to survive at this time, he couldn't hold on and fainted directly.

The wind and snow poured down, piling up snow on Chen Dong's body little by little, or it wouldn't be long before he would be buried under the snow.

All around, the wind howled.

Heavy snowfall.

Chen Dong struggled to survive, but he only walked out of Qilian Mountain.

When the long ...... When the long ......

In the distance, suddenly there was the sound of a bell.

In the distance, a convoy came this way.

"Boss! Look, there's a guy there! ”

As the distance closed, someone in the convoy noticed Chen Dong, who was almost buried in the snow.

The convoy quickly approached.

But it was a convoy of the Yi tribe.

Dozens of Yi natives sat on horses, escorting three cages pulled by horses in the middle.

And in the three cages, there are poor children wearing thin animal robes.

There are men and women, big and small.

Because of the cold, all the children huddled together and warmed each other, but even so, they were shivering from the cold.

"Boss, don't worry about it, let's go to the Xiongnu court to sell slaves."

In the convoy, a Yi indigenous said: "It is estimated that all the people are dead. ”

True, it was a convoy of slaves.

Outside the borders, slavery is a long-standing practice, even today.

In addition to the mutual attack between the hundreds of tribes outside the territory, slaves are one of the reasons.

The victors plundered the slave trade and circulation, and in the snowy fields outside the territory, the children of the defeated side were actually no different from cattle.

In normal times, there are even caravans of caravans specializing in the sale of circulating slaves on the snowy fields of the hundreds of tribes outside the territory, which can be called barbaric.

"Go and see, maybe you still have a breath, save it, be a slave and sell it to the Hun court, we can still earn more head money."

The leader of the slave convoy glanced at a man beside him.

The man nodded helplessly, then rode his horse to Chen Dong's side, and after dismounting, he turned Chen Dong out of the snow, probed his nose, and shouted happily: "Boss, there is still gas!" ”

"Bring it back, we picked up a slave for nothing, hahaha......"

The leader of the slave convoy burst out laughing.

When the man brought Chen Dong to the leader, the leader took off the water bladder hanging from the horse's neck and threw it to the man: "Fill him with saliva, stuff some buns into it, remember not to give him too much food and drink, just hang on for a breath, and when we shoot him, his life and death will have nothing to do with us." ”

"Boss, are you sure you want to sell him as a slave?"

The man hesitated a little: "This guy is dressed as a person in the domain, and he has a knife by his side, if something happens along the way, or something happens in the Hun court, we will be in trouble." ”

"So Lao Tzu only let you hang him!"

The leader glared at the man: "No matter how much he is, it's not that there are no people in the Hun court as slaves, let's go to sell livestock, and it has nothing to do with us after selling the livestock and collecting the money, the Huns can't train the livestock well, can they blame us?" You kid don't want to think about how much this adult slave will get for selling to the Hun court? ”

At the end, the leader smiled again.

The last sentence also made the man no longer hesitate.

On the extraterritorial snowfields, slaves are expensive!

"Okay."

The man nodded, then poured a sip of water into Chen Dong, stuffed a small piece of bun into Chen Dong's mouth, washed it down with water, and then threw Chen Dong into one of the slave cages.

After closing the door, the man also prayed in a low voice: "The wolf is above, I hope you can survive, let us sell more money, and if you die, you can only be thrown on the road and fed to the wolf." ”

With the order of the leader of the slave convoy, the convoy marched forward again in cloak and snow, each horse with a bell around its neck, jingling as it advanced.

Everything was uneventful.

It seems that Chen Dong, who picked up halfway, is just a small episode of picking up money halfway for them.