"System, you bastard really want me to die, so just just kill me with a bolt of thunder, why do you have to toss so many tricks?"

After looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Hu Biao didn't know how many times he greeted the system again.

This is the one who got him to this miserable point, the biggest one behind it.

It was now the third day since they arrived at the Oasis.

In the past three days, he and 20 other netizens have experienced everything in retrospect, it is simply said that this sadness, the tears of the hearer, or the statement of the modern plane, it is called the tears of men and women.

Their group of 21 unlucky people from the modern plane were first locked up like cattle for two days.

In addition to the water in the manger, the daily food is a dry cake that should be baked on the fire with millet as the main ingredient.

The cook who made the cakes, not to mention the grandson's craftsmanship.

There are also a lot of millet skins, fine gravel and other debris in the cake, and when you eat it, it is like eating a mouthful of sand, and your throat is very sharp.

But this kind of thing is placed in the modern plane, and the dogs will not eat more, and they can only get a palm-sized piece in the morning and evening.

It's absolutely impossible to get enough to eat, and it's just a guarantee that they won't starve to death.

By the time this morning they had each had an extra loaf.

However, after eating, the group of 21 people was connected by a rope and was driven out of the oasis by 35 natives on horseback and walked due north.

Throughout the journey, if they were a little slower, the fierce natives would do it mercilessly.

This is not! Hu Biaocai didn't look at the road because of the action of raising his head and scolding the street, so that his bare feet were a little slower.

One was wearing a yellow helmet that originally belonged to Hu Biao on his head, a pair of 99 free shipping sneakers on his feet, and a Malay mountain knife pinned to his waist.

When the native, who seemed to be a small leader, saw this, he immediately kicked the horse in the abdomen gently.

In a blink of an eye, the horse under the crotch trotted all the way to Hu Biao's side.

Hu Biao couldn't hear anything in the roar of 'chirp~' in his mouth, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the other party had a leather whip in his hand, and he whipped it down like this at Hu Biao's skull.

At the critical moment, Hu Biao instinctively deflected his head and let the whip be whipped behind his back.

Suddenly, the indigenous did not have the slightest strength to spare his hand, and directly smashed the dirty long-sleeved T-shirt on Hu Biao's dirty body, and pulled out a blood-red wound.

In the next second, the long wound swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As an ordinary modern person, Hu Biao had suffered such a severe beating and severe pain, and his mouth let out a miserable scream on the spot.

And because of Hu Biao's instinctive dodge, the native actually became furious.

He continued to yell at Hu Biao and the others in his mouth, scolding that he couldn't understand at all, and the whip in his hand slashed at Hu Biao and beat him continuously.

The only thing Hu Biao could do was to hold his head with his hands and squat, in addition to the huge anger in his heart, he also had a lot of grievances and wanted to cry and go home.

At this moment, compared to the life of the 996 in the modern plane, it can be regarded as a blessing.

Other netizens also watched silently, and no one stepped forward to save their nominal trainee commander, and they didn't even dare to plead.

Why? Because these natives really dare to kill them.

Didn't you see that brother who claimed to be the warehouse manager of a certain company now has a lot of whip marks on his face? It's just because this guy scolded a few words in his mouth when those people were stewing dog meat.

Now two or three days have passed, and the scars on this guy's face have not healed......

After smoking Hu Biao for a while, the small indigenous leader finally drove the netizens to continue on his way with satisfaction.

In the process, he even took out a packet of sand cigarettes from his arms, lit them with a match, and smoked them happily.

Why do they use matches, and smoke?

It's not because of a netizen called 'Gangzi', who is said to have a little relationship with the family in order to curry favor with these natives, compared to drawing information leaked to the natives.

It's a pity that Gangzi did the only result.

In addition to letting Hu Biao and other netizens greet this product very much afterwards, that is, they received a reward for a piece of dried millet cake from the hands of the natives.

"Pump, smoke your grandson."

The old smokers in a group of netizens, looking at the natives who swallowed the clouds and spitted fog, cursed madly in their hearts.

******

Under the treatment of beating and scolding at every turn, Hu Biao and the others walked with difficulty on the Gobi Desert, and their hearts were full of despair.

Where is this, what age, and who are these natives?

All of the above, and now Hu Biao and a group of unlucky people have quietly discussed it in private for many times, but they still don't have too many clues.

The main reason is that these natives, men and women, young and old, are wearing shiny robes, and when they get a little closer, they have a strong smell of sheep.

The language of 'gurgling~' in his mouth couldn't understand a word after Hu Biao and them sounded.

What can be barely determined is that according to the details of the sun, moon, starlight, the duration and alternation of day and night in the sky, and the variety of animals and plants, it is estimated that they are still on the blue star.

Judging from the contours and skin of these indigenous people's facial features, they should be of the yellow race, so it is possible that this place is near Central Asia.

According to these people, they didn't even know the seized matches and cigarettes at first, and a Kole bottle and a pair of stinky socks were regarded as treasures.

The current era is definitely not modern.

As for where they will go later? It's like being sold as a slave.

Joke! They can't understand each other's language, and can they still understand the kind of piglet-like look in each other's eyes?

I thought of the hardships of the ancient slaves that I had learned from various sources.

Suddenly, Hu Biao and other 21 unlucky people were filled with extreme despair.

Of course, in addition to these, there is also a great anger in the heart; Modern people! One is the feeling that the eldest of the heavens, the second of the earth, and the third of oneself are used to it, where have they been wronged like this.

Including Hu Biao, they all secretly swore in their hearts:

"You grandsons, don't fall into the hands of Lao Tzu, otherwise I will make you regret what you did today."

The problem is that when they swear, they actually know that the hope of the other party falling into their hands is extremely slim; So now their bigger idea is to get out of here.

Even if they knew that it would be difficult to escape, and it would be even more difficult to survive in the vast Gobi after escaping, they still couldn't stop their plan.

Isn't there a saying that you don't have to run faster than a bear, you just need to run faster than your teammates.

So while they were hurrying, they secretly communicated with each other with their eyes.

In their hearts, they also have different small plans.

As for Hu Biao, the so-called systematically recognized trainee commander's identity, not to mention others, even he himself didn't take it to heart.

In the current situation, this identity has a yarn to ......

There was still an hour or two before the sun went down completely.

It seems that from the fact that the weather is a little different from usual, it can be seen that some different natives have stopped and chosen to camp in advance.

The specific location is a pond with a small spring, and there is a small mound about ten meters high on the edge of the pond, and the small mound even has a natural cave.

When they stopped at the entrance of the cave, Hu Biao and the others, who had been walking for almost a day, collapsed to the ground without exception.

When they were lying on the ground like mud, Hu Biao let out an extremely comfortable cry from his mouth, but the heavy frowning brows on his face could trap mosquitoes.

Why? After such a long and high-intensity trek, almost all their physical strength was exhausted, how could they run at night?

Even if they managed to find an opportunity to run out of the camp in the middle of the night, they would not be able to outrun the natives on horses and camels, let alone the bows and arrows in the hands of those fellows.

Are they destined to be sold as slaves and then like animals until they die of exhaustion?

After thinking of this, Hu Biao closed his eyes in pain; Other netizens also thought of this, and the atmosphere became extremely silent.

In the past, all kinds of places in the modern plane were complained about by them, but now they are extremely nostalgic.