The fog cleared.

Shi Keqi cried happily, cleared his mind a little, and then looked for Xiaolan again.

There was a patch of yellow sand under his feet, and there was no trace of it, perhaps he had taken the wrong route.

Like a walking corpse, he lost his sense of direction.

Suddenly, he kicked something under his feet, and Shi Keqi kicked it away without care, at this time, don't bother me with anything. It was as if a dragon was roaring inside him.

But after a while, his heart moved, and he picked it up as if he was flying, afraid that it was a clue related to Xiaolan.

It was a bracelet with a sign made of iron engraved on it, and a number: C One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.

Shi Keqi didn't know what it meant, hesitated, put it on his hand, and continued to walk in a daze.

The wind blew, the sand and dust flew and they turned a blind eye.

The rain was pouring down, and I was soaking wet, and I couldn't see it.

Shi Keqi walked for three days without eating or drinking in the stormy weather, his clothes were dirty, unkempt, and his body was close to collapse.

There was a rush of horses' hooves, and several barbarian cavalry in the distance sped up, apparently seeing him.

The sound of the horse's hooves got closer and closer, and the dust and sand raised by the horse were like a rolling yellow dragon.

Shi Keqi was indifferent, and it didn't matter if the sword was cut at this time.

A rope flew around his neck, and the brute on the horse laughed, proud that his unmistakable lasso had not failed.

The rope tightened, and the brute rode his horse and galloped. With the horse running at high speed, it can pull people into the air. Of course, when the person flies, the neck has been pulled off, leaving only the flesh and bones connected, and finally the body and head are pulled off and separated, leaving the head with a long trachea and some flesh and blood.

This cruel method of torture and killing of dead corpses is called "kite flying" by the barbarians.

"Wait," said the brute ten-captain, a little curious as to what this man was doing.

He dismounted to check Scoki's identity and saw the iron medal in his hand.

"One hundred and twenty-seven of the Blacksmith Battalion?" asked Shi Keqi as the Tenth Captain, who rolled his eyes and fainted.

The Ten-Commander wanted to kill him, but after a second thought, he ordered: "Feed him some water and bring it back to the camp." ”

......

Looking down from the sky, a large city with a radius of ten miles surrounded by stones stands in the depths of the grassland, it is said that this is the barbarian ancestor shaman used witchcraft to sacrifice 50,000 slaves in a year, known as the city of heaven, is the capital of the barbarians.

The city of heaven is more than 2,000 miles away from the border of Dahan.

Thirty miles to the south is a continuous number of miles of wooden houses and tents, in which all kinds of tinkling sounds are heard all day long, and it is one of the places where the barbarians plundered the Dahan craftsmen's residence, called the artisan camp, and the tents are inhabited by more than 5,000 criminals.

A few miles from the artisan camp there were iron mines and stone hills, at the foot of which rows of tall wooden fences were erected, and the roofs were of rough unpeeled birch wood, covered with hay to protect them from the rain, and tens of thousands of miners lived in such cattle sheds.

The artisan camp is full of skilled people, such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and masonry.

The craftsmen in the camp complete the tasks assigned every day, can move freely in the camp, and go to bed on time at night, but they cannot leave the camp, and there are fifty brute soldiers guarding each of the four directions outside the camp.

After a long time, it is also allowed to select some female slaves with crooked melons and cracked dates to get married, and even longer you can get the entry card to enter the city of heaven.

After hundreds of years of living and multiplication, and from time to time with the addition of newly captured slaves, it slowly formed a city of sinners without walls.

The barbarians thought that it was a sin for the Dahan people to live in a rich land, and that those who robbed were of course sinners.

Mining slaves, few of whom lived past the age of forty, were engaged in iron mining, stone mining, and wood cutting, and were given to shamans when they lost their labor or became disabled.

Strictly speaking, sinners are one rank higher than slaves, and sinners who survive ten years are even eligible to enter the city.

In the craftsman's camp, the ten-captain called the man in charge of the paperwork, pointed to Shi Keqi, who was thrown to the ground from his horse, and asked, "Is this your person from the blacksmith camp?"

The clerk was a native of Yanzhou, Dahan, who was arrested, named Wang Wenkui, who read poetry and books and passed the imperial court examination. He does not have the weakness of ordinary scholars, he studies while practicing martial arts, and his body is very good.

On the way to participate in the township test, he was caught by barbarians, broke a leg on the way, and was taken captive to the grassland of nearly 2,000 miles, and was hastily appointed as the secretary of the C-shaped battalion.

He is a promising young man in his twenties, and he was originally a sure thing to win, but he suffered this fate. He concealed the identity of Xiucai, and only told the barbarians that he could write and settle accounts.

The barbarians who were taken captive from Dahan would be screened by several grades, and the beautiful women would be given to high-ranking officials as sex slaves or maids, and those who were okay would be rewarded to the barbarian generals who had made meritorious contributions, and the rest would be sent to the official kiln brothel and live a dark life.

Men such as blacksmiths, carpenters, bricklayers, and other skilled men were assigned to the artisan camp.

Literate people arrange for documents to be copied and other work, after all, the correspondence of documents, numbering, income and expenditure and other related documents still need to be taken care of.

Those who were unskilled and illiterate were put into the most miserable slave camps.

The head of the camp is the third generation of barbarian slaves, and the grandfather has never made a big mistake as a slave, and the barbarians will give his children and grandchildren some small rights. Another reward for those who have made great contributions.

For example, Sun Rishun, who manages this 200-person artisan household camp, because his grandfather and father are honest and never cause trouble and work hard, good things finally befell him.

Wang Wenkui limped over, squinted at Shi Keqi, and said, "It's very similar, but the hungry ones are a little deformed, and they are not very recognizable." ”

"You're not sure?" said the ten-captain, drawing his sword.

"Sure, it's sure it's No. 127 of the Blacksmith Battalion. ”

"Sun Ziyingtou, come over here. Sun Rishun said that he was the head of the camp, and in the eyes of the barbarians, he was still a slave and a sinner, and ordinary barbarians could call him around.

It is common to call grandchildren, and occasionally learn to bark to make the barbarians happy. But being a grandson has the advantage of being a grandson, you don't have to work, you just need to arrange people to do things.

"Come here and find out if this person is from the C-shaped camp. The ten-man said.

Wang Wenkui's cold sweat flowed down in an instant, and he tightened his sleeves, hiding a dagger inside.

Sun Rishun just saw the barbarian come back and went to greet him, but he was inexplicably whipped and shrank into the corner with tears in his eyes.

At this time, he heard the call, smiled and passed at a speed of 100 meters.

He carefully identified Shi Keqi's appearance, there were 300 people in the C-shaped camp, there were too many people in and out, and those who went out were all lying down.

He didn't recognize it all, scratched his ears and cheeks and didn't dare to guarantee, but only said: "The iron plate is from the camp." ”

"Okay, call your people together. ”

Sun Rishun blew the bamboo whistle, and the sharp whistle echoed over the C-shaped camp.

The 300 people working in the wooden house all put down their work and quickly walked to the open space where they gathered.

"If I catch a sinner who has escaped today, give me a good look at it, give you food, clothing and shelter, and there are still people who want to escape. The Ten-Captain said viciously.

"Where do you find such a good master? No shackles, only twelve hours of work a day, two meals of rice bran and wheat husks, you can be sick, you say yourselves, is there a more generous master in this world?"

The crowd was silent.

"Answer me, is there any?"

"No," a few voices came back.

"The one hundred and twenty-seventh was supposed to die, but today is a good day for me to turn thirty, and yesterday I bought a female slave girl who is like a flower and jade, and I will enjoy it for this day, and spare his life for the time being. ”

The barbarians don't have much shame and say what they want to do.

"However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, come, give me ten lashes. Whoever dares to commit it again next time will not be so kind, and will continue to draw until the corpse is cut in two. ”

"Another grandson's battalion head was not well managed, and he was beaten five times. "The ten-man is like a bloodthirsty beast.

"No, grandpa, no, master. Sun Rishun kowtowed like pounding garlic and begged for mercy.

It was useless to beg for mercy, two executioners, one was beaten silently, and the other cried father and called his mother and cried wolf.

Don't underestimate the fact that there are only five whips, this is an iron-clad leather whip, and one whip goes down to take away a small piece of flesh and plow a deep blood mark.

Those with poor physique will almost die if they reach ten lashes, and the better ones will not last thirty.

Fortunately, the ten-division commander didn't really want to kill people, so he picked on his buttocks, and he took his men away after the fight.

Sun Rishun lay on the ground with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you for the master's reward." ”

Two people stepped forward to probe Shi Keqi's nose, and he was still angry, looked at each other, and carried him away.

"Wang Yuan, you stop Lao Tzu, this deflated calf will cause me to be beaten, hey, I can't spare him. Sun Rishun lay on the ground and groaned.

As soon as the barbarians left, Sun Rishun began to act as a prestige, and the barbarians did not regard him as a human being, which did not mean that the people of the craftsman camp could do this, after all, he was a battalion official appointed by the barbarians.

Two other sinners lifted him up.

"Don't dare, sir, don't dare next time. The big man named Wang Yuan said, although he didn't dare to say it, he was not slow at his feet, and carried Shi Keqi into a tent with a smoke.

"Wang Yuan, you dare to disobey the yang and the yin, and when I get better, you will look good. Wang Wenkui, you are blind, come and help Lao Tzu. ”

......

Shi Keqi dreamed that he was flying on a little blue, the sky was blue, the wind in his ears was whistling, and his heart was indescribably comfortable.

Suddenly, a golden door in the sky opened, and a mountain-like giant foot stepped on the air, the golden armor on the foot was shining, and there was a god chanting a spell behind the door, and the sound was like in the ear.

He flew left and right, trying his best, but he couldn't dodge that foot anyway.

The giant foot kept enlarging until it covered everything, and the darkness crushed over it.

Shi Keqi opened his eyes, and it was black, and something poked at his eyelids, and his eyelids hurt.

He wanted to roll over and see what it was.

With a slight effort, there was a heart-piercing pain in his buttocks, and he struggled to get up again, but he didn't succeed.

He touched his buttocks, there was a layer of gauze, and an unpleasant smell of medicine penetrated into his nostrils at this point.

"Ah" Shi Keqi couldn't help but exclaim in pain, he had just touched the most painful place.

Hearing a commotion here, someone got up and walked over and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

This is the official dialect of Dahan.

Shi Keqi was a little happy, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "What's wrong with me?"

"You don't care where this is, you know, it's really shit luck that you can pick up this life, a comatose person is beaten ten times and still has a breath, this breath can still last until you wake up, it seems that Hades will not accept you. ”