With an order, a small group of soldiers rushed out of the cave of the city gate, and without saying anything, they directly took Yang Chuan.

Yang Chuan did not say a word, nor did he resist.

He had actually rehearsed this scene many times in his mind, and thought about many details, such as whether to use wool rope or brown rope to tie it, or simply use a wooden flail and iron chain or something, it seemed that it was possible.

This time it was fortunate that there were neither wooden chains nor ropes to tie them up.

However, the two cold knives resting on the neck are also very uncomfortable.

Yang Chuan was pushed and shoved into the pass, stepped on the tattered steps and climbed the city wall, and Tangyi's father and others were also guarded by a team of soldiers.

"Your name is Yang Chuan?"

The red-faced man stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes looked north, he didn't even look at Yang Chuan, he held the 'identity documents' of Yang Chuan and others in his hands, and his thick and long fingers were like a few frostbitten carrots.

"Yes." Yang Chuan Road.

"How did you kill the servants and entourage of my Han envoys, and take away their inheritance and forge the handwritten letter of Lord Zhang Qian......" The red-faced man suddenly turned his head and reprimanded: "Don't recruit from the truth!" ”

Yang Chuan raised his head, looked at the 'Lord Langzhong' in front of him very seriously, and said: "The identity is true or false, it will be clear if the adult asks Lord Zhang Qian, why bother the boy?" ”

He found that this red-faced man was actually not very old, almost in his early thirties, right? Or seventeen or eighteen?

People in this era generally look old, and they like to start growing beards at a young age, and some people look like uncles at first glance, but on closer inspection, they are only young men in their early twenties......

"Sharp teeth."

The red-faced man looked at the sheepskin, the inspection and the bamboo slips in his hand, and said coldly: "If your identity is true or false, you naturally have to ask Lord Zhang Qian, but you'd better be honest." ”

Yang Chuan asked indifferently, "Is there anything else that my lord has to do?" ”

"Nope." The red-faced man waved his hand and ordered: "Put them in a cage and wait for a reply from Master Zhang Qian." ”

Yang Chuan was a little annoyed and said: "In order to return to his homeland, the kid died nine times all his life, and he went through a lot of hardships to escort Lord Zhang Qian's benefactor back, but why was he put in a cage?" ”

"Why are you being detained?" The red-faced man sneered and pointed to the ox cart under the city wall, "Hiding the blade, it's already good to shoot the arrows to death." ”

Yang Chuan glanced down and smiled: "That's kitchen utensils, not blades." ”

But it was a sheepskin bag that he had placed on the ox cart, which was turned over by a few soldiers, and a large pile of jars and jars and twenty or thirty 'kitchen knives' were poured out of it.

"What is the kitchen utensils?" The red-faced man was slightly stunned.

"The utensils used in the kitchen."

Yang Chuan stretched out his hand to remove the knife on his neck, but he didn't succeed, so he had to continue: "When Lord Zhang Qian was in the Western Regions, the kid cooked food for him for a few months, and the Lord naturally knew about this matter after asking Lord Zhang Qian. ”

The red-faced man stared at Yang Chuan's eyes, paused for two or three breaths, and waved his hand: "Escort down." ”

As a result, Yang Chuan and Tangyi's father were put into two large cages......

The night at the turn of summer and autumn has begun to be cold, the wind is whining, Yang Chuan, Tangyi's father and others who are squatting in the cage are shivering, but they refuse to speak one by one.

Especially Yang Chuan, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Zhang Qian, the heroic old man in the history textbook, once made the young Yang Chuan reverie and admiration, every time he read Sima Qian's "Qian is strong, lenient and trustworthy, barbarian and loved", he is a little excited.

The hollowing out of the Western Regions is enough to be famous for eternity.

However, it was the tall and thin old man who said lightly, 'Pick up a certain wife and return to Han', which made him and his cousin's father go to the land of Mobei.

In the end, he was even put in a cage!

"Brother, are you cold?" Suddenly, Naren Toya, who was in a cage with him, asked timidly.

"Brother is not cold, I am feeling a little cool at this moment," Yang Chuan chuckled lightly and took off one of his torn sheepskin jackets, "Come, add another piece of clothing for you." ”

Naren Toya was so cold that she curled up into a small ball, like a stunted lamb, even her voice trembled, but she pushed the broken sheepskin back: "Brother, I'm not cold......"

Yang Chuan didn't speak, and directly wrapped the sheepskin jacket around the little girl's body.

When he was a slave in the Qiang tribe, the saddest time was that he swallowed snow and grass roots for three days in a row, and he struggled to survive.

"Childe ......" In another cage, the half-iron tower-like cousin held his head in his hands and cried like a child.

"It will be warm for everyone to squeeze it," Yang Chuan hugged his head and left his thin back to Naren Tuoya, "Hurry up, let's all sleep." ”

Just returned to Dahan, before the identity was clear, it was good to suffer a social beating, at least to keep yourself clear-headed, and not pin all your hopes on others.

The night was long, and the wind was howling.

Yang Chuan missed Sister Leopard's warm body, and tasted nearly a hundred delicacies before smacking his mouth and falling asleep......

……

For three days in a row, Yang Chuan, Tangyi's father and others were locked in cages and no one cared about them, and no one brought food or water.

Those soldiers who came and went glanced at them curiously at first, mainly because they wanted to observe the tall and mighty Huns at close range, and basically turned a blind eye to Yang Chuan.

Later, even the soldiers didn't bother to pay attention.

In the northern borderlands, the sun during the day is scorching, like a barbecue, and the wind at night is very cold, as if it is about to freeze people into jerky.

Seeing that more than a dozen people were hungry and thirsty, they were about to die.

Yang Chuan endured silently, and began to calculate with his fingers, if it lasted for another three days, it would be the limit of human beings, if he didn't send some water and food......

Then I'm sorry.

This chef is not playing with you anymore!

He thought very clearly about this.

At the beginning, it was a helpless move to be a slave to the Qiang people, and he knew very well in his heart that sooner or later he would kill those beasts; However, let him return to the Han Empire, be a slave for his own people, or be killed by his own people, that is not called a tragedy, but a nest.

It is intolerable for him to live, let alone let him die.

Last night, all six golden eagles came.

Sister Leopard is also here.

However, Yang Chuan sent them all away, did not alarm any Han soldiers, and did not accept the 'food' brought by those fools.

Especially the food brought by a few golden eagles, just thinking about it makes people angry: hemp eggs, get a few pieces of raw meat and eat them with your nose, what's the matter with a few poisonous snakes in your mouth?

This is a history book, not a martial arts novel, is it possible for this chef to swallow snake gall and refine peerless swordsmanship......

On the evening of the third day, the red-faced man finally appeared.

This time, he did not wear armor, but changed into a set of high crown belts, light white official clothes, and a red silk belt around his waist, which was inlaid with three agate stones, which looked tasteless and classy.

Yang Chuan only glanced at it, and he had a plan in his heart: "I thought that this was a big official position, but it was a small Lang official with a rank of six hundred stones. ’

"Let you suffer."

The red-faced man walked over slowly, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Your test and Master Zhang Qian's handwriting have been verified, and it is indeed correct." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several soldiers quickly stepped forward to open the cage.

Yang Chuan turned over silently, hugged Naren Tuoya, who had already fainted from hunger, bent down and walked out of the cage, and said, "Thank you, my lord." ”

Tangyi's father and others also came out of the cage.

There were twelve of them in total, and less than half of them could get up after being cut off from water and food, plus the consumption of wind and sun for three days and three nights, but none of them dared to say anything.

Among these people, only Yang Chuan is a Han Chinese, and the others are all Huns......

By the way, there are also Zhang Qian's Hun wives and sons, who don't dare to come out of the atmosphere, only promised, shrunk their hands and feet, just walked out of the cage, and knelt in front of the red-faced man with a poof.

The red-faced man gave an order, asked the soldiers to take the group down to have something to eat, and then turned and left.

Yang Chuan stopped him: "This adult, where is Lord Zhang Qian now?" ”

"Lord Zhang Qian is in the military camp of the cavalry general Wei Qing, what's the matter, you want to go to the front of the army to serve?" The red-faced man turned his head to look at Yang Chuan, and said meaningfully: "In this matter, a certain family can really help a little." ”

Yang Chuan arched his hand and said, "The kid thanked the adult." ”

The red-faced man turned and walked away, apparently too lazy to be in the company of these foul-smelling, beggar-like 'servants'.

Yang Chuan continued to ask, "I haven't asked the adults yet." ”

The red-faced man Huo Ran looked back and said coldly: "A despicable servant dares to ask about the name of a certain family? ”

Looking at him, he seemed to have been greatly insulted, and he was about to have a seizure, which frightened Tangyi's father and others, and hurriedly stepped forward to make amends.

Yang Chuan looked like a fool, with a harmless face and said, "May I ask what position the adults occupy?" How is it compared to Lord Zhang Qian? Again, what do you call an adult? ”

The red-faced man stopped.

Turning slowly, the joints of his hands were pinched so that they made a 'horn' sound.

He took a few steps forward, approached three or four feet in front of Yang Chuan, and looked down at the thin and small Yang Chuan: "A certain Sima Qian, Guanlangzhong, rank ratio of six hundred stones, Yunzhong Taishou under the command of the military marquis."

Thou art what else to say? ”