Canglan Dynasty, Canglan Desert.

The summer is scorching, the sun is scorching, and the yellow sand is long.

A group of ragged slaves were tied up one after the other, divided into several parallel paths, about a hundred, and another group of neatly dressed, like a group of officers and soldiers, about thirty people, riding camels to drive the group of slaves through the desert.

Haohao soup, the footprints stretched for several miles, and were soon buried by the wind and sand.

As it gets westerly, it finally gets a little cooler.

"My lord, why don't you take a break and drink some water." A man with a burnt face gave the camel a whip, quickened a few steps, and walked beside the leader, his chapped lips did not dare to speak loudly, and his voice was low.

The leader squinted at the scorched man: "This place is at least nearly a hundred miles away from the destination, according to your stop-and-go walk, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to death if you boil us all to death, let alone those slaves." ”

The scorched man meekly lowered his head and hid the ruthlessness that flashed in his eyes.

"Yue'er, Yue'er!" Someone in the slave herd fainted, and the voice was heard.

The group of slaves stopped, and it was okay if someone fainted, at least the team paused for a moment so that they could rest for a moment.

The days of running around have already exhausted the spirits of these slaves who had no worries about food and clothing, and their faces are dark, their lips are chapped, and their eyes are dull.

"Whatever you do, be honest with me and keep going." One of the soldiers stopped, saw the procession jump off his camel, and walked over with a long whip.

"My lord, please, give saliva to my sister, she fainted, and if she didn't drink any more water, she would die of thirst." The man next to the fainted man knelt and kowtowed.

"Water? A lowly person deserves to drink water? Without mercy, the man with the whip began to whip those who begged for mercy.

The other slaves, fearing that they would be harmed, dodged to the side, pulling the rope that was tied to one to the fullest.

The whip hit the thin body, and the already ragged clothes were quickly torn, and through the cracks, red whip marks and white and smooth skin could be seen.

"Hey, it's rare to have so many days of sunshine and such white skin!" When the man with the whip saw it, his eyes lit up, and the desire that had been almost extinguished by the sun rose in an instant.

The leader and the charred man sat on their camels, still watching coldly, and now that the procession had stopped, they simply rested for a while.

I saw the man with the whip squatting down with a smile, and his thick palm held up the chin of the person in front of him without pity: "Tell the uncle, what is your name, as long as you are obedient, the uncle will not beat you." ”

The one who was beaten was a thin woman with a face full of mud and sand, at this time like a frightened rabbit, no longer had the courage when he didn't ask for water, his lips were so dry that he was already bloodshot, looked at the man in front of him who was smiling lewdly, and whispered: "The little slave has no name, and the adults can call the little slave a slave." ”

"Slave, slave, good name, good name." The man with the whip was tickled by the slave's slightly hoarse but gentle voice and fearful eyes.

At this time, the leader whispered to the scorched man: "Go, kill him." ”

"That's 、、、 wrong." The charred man hesitated.

"It was repeatedly emphasized that no one was allowed to touch these slaves, but he touched them with his dirty hands, despised Wang Wei, and should be killed." The leader said coldly, whipped with a whip, he can not care, but now he is molesting at close range, on the contrary, in the march and fighting, the most taboo is this kind of person, and it is useless to keep it.