Chapter XIX: Slaves

The young officer walked up to the other officer, bowed his head respectfully, and asked for instructions. The officer was noticeably much older, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a frightening smile on his lips that sent chills down his mind.

"Is everything ready?" asked the older officer.

"Yes, Father, everything is ready. The young officer replied respectfully.

"So, ......let's go," the older officer raised his hand and waved it down.

And so the whole army of slaves set off. The slaves were connected one by one with a long iron chain, which made it more inconvenient for the slaves who were already difficult to move, but it was very effective in preventing the slaves from escaping halfway.

Nalan Xingtian was also among them, following the team of often slaves slowly.

Most of the slaves were silent and numb, hunger and prison sharpening their hard edges.

Desperate vitality, numb expression, like the walking dead.

It's just that the slave who walked closest to the Nalan Punishment Heaven was always talking to himself during the walk, and he was always crying in a low voice when he paused.

After a break, Nalan Xingtian couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Eh, why are you crying?"

"You're talking to me. The slave was a little surprised, accustomed to too much tragedy and numbness, and the slaves in the surrounding group were now indifferent and indifferent to everything, and suddenly one of them was talking to him, and he felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

"Well, what's your name?" Nalan Xingtian nodded.

"My name is Sanger, and you're there. The slave wiped away her tears and asked rhetorically.

"My name is Nalan Xingtian. Nalan Xingtian replied.

"I was wronged. Sanger said hurriedly, his expression flustered and angry.

The first thing that too many slaves have said these days is that I was wronged, and Nalan Xingtian was a little numb to this, he just asked casually: "What's going on, let's hear it." ”

"I am a tailor in the city, and I am the best tailor in the city, and the clothes I sew are liked by many dignitaries, and the last time I helped the housekeeper of the lord of Loulan mend the clothes. Sanger limited his memories: "The dress was inexplicably heavy when I brought it, and I didn't care about it at the time, but when I went home and opened the clothes to repair them, I found that there was a money bag in the clothes, and in the bag, there were 20 gold coins, and I had never seen so much money in my life." ”

"Why is there so much money. Nalan Xingtian asked.

"I don't know, I thought the butler had forgotten, and then I told my disciple to go and inform the butler that he had forgotten to drop another 20 gold coins on his clothes and in the tailor's shop. Sanger replied.

"And then. Nalan Xingtian asked.

Then, the nightmare began. Sanger closed his eyes, and the memory seemed to turn into a kind of pain: "My apprentice died, and never came back, and someone found him later, in a sewage ditch, and his body was swollen and unrecognizable. ”

"I was accused of stealing the 20 gold coins, and when I confronted the lord and the lord's steward, the steward did not admit the 20 gold coins, and insisted that I had stolen them. ”

Nalan Xingtian looked at Sange, his expression was painful, and he said that when the apprentice died, his eyes were moist, and it didn't seem to be a fake.

"Then it seems that there is something wrong with where the money came from. Nalan Xingtian said.

"Yes, the money came from the wrong way, I didn't think about it at the time, my head was blank, I was shouting that I was wronged, but no one believed me. Sanger said in a lonely tone: "Knowing that I was sent here to become a slave, I figured it all out." ”

"Figured it all out?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"Well, there is a problem with the money, it should be the gold coin of the city supervisor's greedy ink, and he didn't dare to disclose it in front of people, my apprentice went to inform the housekeeper that his gold coin had fallen in the tailor's shop, so he died, he didn't know why he died until he died, he died very aggrieved, very wronged. Sanger spoke in a sad tone.

Sanger paused for a moment and continued: "The city governor probably didn't want people to know that the money was his, and he was afraid that others would not be able to explain the origin of these 20 gold coins after they found out, so he said that I stole it, and I became his substitute for death, and I replaced all my sins. ”

"Then do you hate?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"Hate, hate all the time, I have parents, I have a wife, and a pair of well-behaved children, I am a good tailor, and I will sew beautiful new clothes for them during the holidays. Sanger clenched his fists: "But there won't be any now." ”

"What about your children, your parents, and your wife?" asked Nalan Xingtian.

"On the day my apprentice died, I realized that something was wrong, and I gave them all my remaining savings to take refuge in the distant Seven Nations Alliance, and when the matter was over, I picked them up. Sanger had tears in his eyes.

Nalan Xingtian looked at the surrounding slave team, there was a lifeless atmosphere, and he didn't know what to say.

He patted Sanger's shoulder and said comfortingly: "Live well, as long as you live, there will always be hope." ”

"Well, thank you for listening to me so much, here, never wanted to listen to this. Sanger said as he wiped away his tears.

"It's the same with each other, if there's something to take care of. Nalan Xingtian said with a smile.

"Good. Sanger replied affirmatively.

"Hurry, hurry, you lazy slaves, lowly slaves, have rested enough, get me up, there is still a long way to go." The older officer's voice rang out, followed by the crisp sound of a leather whip.

The group of slaves who had rested for a while continued to set off, the journey was long and long, and each time they paused, Nalan Xingtian and Sange said something to each other, encouraging each other's courage to continue living.

And the days passed, and the sun set and the moon rose for thirty days and nights. The group of slaves trekked through the mountains and mountains, through the dense forests and paths, through muddy swamps, and through small streams and rivers...... or heavy rain, or heavy frost and dew in the depths of winter.

Many slaves could not stand the long and rough road, could not stand the difficult long journey, and fell one after another.

Some of them were blurred, tears streaming down their faces, moaning in pain. And some of them fell down, and since then they have been sleeping in a foreign land, a cold and desolate land, and they can no longer get up.

The procession, which had been unfast, was slowed down by the sick slaves, and the older officer gave an order: "Kill the slaves who have been dragged down by illness for the whole journey." ”

For those soldiers, the commander's order was everything, and when they received this order, they did not hesitate to carry it out.