"A bunch of waste things, even a person can't look at it, what do you want!" Arhan rebuked loudly.

"My lord, what is it about that kid that makes you so fascinated? He is alone, without food, without shelter, sooner or later he will die in this forest, even if we don't catch him, we won't let him leave alive, right? Chachai lowered his head, still a little unconvinced.

"Idiot! You know what! This person's mind can make a big difference wherever it is placed! Pointing to the forest, Arhan shouted, "Why don't you find him yet, even if he is frozen into ice, I will see his corpse!" ”

Chaguess can only be, just as they were about to re-enter the forest, Song Che's voice came from the darkness:

"Don't bother, Song is all safe."

Song Che strode out of the forest, carrying a snow leopard carcass on his shoulder. He threw the snow leopard by the fire and raised his chin at Chachai: "Remember our bet?" Ten slaps. ”

"Stinky boy!" Chachai was furious, grabbed Song Che's collar, and spat Xingzi: "I told you to stand in place after hunting that red deer, why did you run!" ”

Song Che said calmly: "I was too excited, so I forgot, the beast ran too fast, I chased it out and lost my way, unfortunately rolled into the rift, and then met this snow leopard, this is the case." ”

"You're clearly trying to escape—"

"Smack!"

Song Che slapped an ear scraper on Arhan's face, and this palm was far less than one-tenth of the damage he did to Nangong Yue.

"The remaining nine, I will pay them back slowly in the future, and General Chachai can't help but be trustworthy."

"You!" Chachai clenched his fists, and before he could smash at Song Che, Arhan grabbed his hand first, and said to Song Che:

"Mr. Song, whether you have the idea of running away or not, I don't want today's incident to happen again, otherwise don't blame me for tying you up with a rope."

Song Che shrugged his shoulders and sat back on the edge of the fire, "Growing so big, I've never eaten leopard meat, I heard that people 'eat ambitious leopard gall' can increase courage, but I don't know if it's true." ”

Then, the snow leopard was skinned and fleshed, and a smooth stone slab was found and grilled on the fire.

There are snowflakes floating in the sky, the meat in the shed is fragrant, looking at Chachai's helpless expression, chewing the juicy and delicious leopard meat, it is pleasant!

……

Three days later.

The team crossed the Qilian Mountains and entered the Great Plains, this endless paleness, and if you look at it for a while, you will feel that your eyes are sour.

The thick snow flooded the horses' hooves, and every step was very difficult.

In this way, after two more days in the snowfield, he finally met the Hu army in a small town, and they brought food and supplies to protect against the cold.

At the beginning of November, we will arrive in Dadu.

The snow-covered roads were cleared, and those who cleared the snow were thinly dressed and skinny, and the vast majority of them had beam-faced faces.

They used to be soldiers and civilians of Beiliang, and after being captured, they became slaves of the Hu people.

Every now and then, slaves are frozen to death in this snowfield, and in February of the following year, the snow will melt with the spring breeze and rot into nutrients to nourish the grass.

The slaves looked at Song Che, who was riding on horseback with the same face as them, and their eyes were indescribably complicated.

Song Che covered his face, it was shame, unbearable, and helpless.

If Guo Shuyun saw that the former people of Beiliang had fallen here, she would definitely have her liver and intestines broken, right?

"Mr. Arhan, even though slaves have no human rights, they must be at least fed and clothed, right? You treat the prisoners of war of Daliang like this, and Daliang will treat you in the same way in the coming year, when will you be retribution? Song Che really couldn't bear it.

Arhan said: "Mr. Song, the current situation of the slaves cannot be changed by you with a word, not even I or even the Great Khan. In the state of Hu, these captives were no different from livestock, they belonged to slave owners;

What's more, my Hu State is not intolerant, when we captured Beiliang, we asked them if they were willing to surrender, and they would rather die than obey, who can blame it? I can only blame you Liang people for being too backbone. ”、

Hearing him say this, Song Che was in awe, and resolutely turned over and dismounted, intending to visit these compatriots who were suffering in a foreign land.

Unexpectedly, Chachai hurriedly lifted him up, pressed him back on the horse, and said, "You have a Liang face, you can't go down to find death!" ”

Song Che frowned, put aside Chachai, and just wanted to speak-

"Whoosh!"

A flying arrow swept past him, but it hit a slave sitting and resting on the side of the road.

Song Che was shocked, looking for the place where the arrow was launched, only to see that about thirty zhang away, there was a tall watchtower, and on the top of the tower there were three Hu soldiers with bows and crossbows, always staring at the slaves working in the snow.

"In order to prevent these slaves from escaping and being lazy, there will be guards at intervals, so Mr. Song should not run around, lest he be mistaken for a slave and shot with an arrow." Arhan reminded.

Song Che glanced at the Liang man who was lying in a pool of blood, he was clearly so thin that he was only skinny and bones...... When the other slaves saw this, no matter how tired they were, they had to pick up their shovels and bury their heads in the snow.

It's just too much. But so what? These slaves were inferior to cattle.

"Since these slaves are like cattle and sheep, do you mean that they can be bought and sold at a clear price?" Song Che asked.

Arhan nodded.

"What is the price of a slave like them?" Song Che asked again.

"I don't know this, I'm the minister of the Hu Kingdom, not the slave owner," Arhan squinted at Song Che: "Mr. Song, you shouldn't have any thoughts about these slaves, right?" I advise you to still die of this heart, the slave owner can only be a Hu person, and it can never be you Liang people, no matter how much money you have. ”

Song Che didn't speak again, but he knew that since he was here, he had to do something.

Half an hour later, most of the kingdom of Hu came into view, and the number of slaves increased several times, and they were like cattle and horses, transporting large stones into the capital, and it seemed that they were widening and thickening the city walls.

Strengthening the walls and increasing the defense is definitely related to the war.

Song Che really didn't guess wrong, the Hu clan will definitely make a big move next year.

"Stand up for me, hold your head high, be spiritual, whether I can get rich today depends on you!"

Under the city gate, a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a greasy body, was holding a whip and ordering a group of slaves to stand in line.

"Turdan." Arhan whispered to the middle-aged slave owner.

When Turdan looked back and saw that it was Arhan, he changed his arrogant attitude towards the slave and became lowly and humble, he greeted him with a smile, and bowed to his chest:

"Dear Lord Arhan, the villain Turdan has sent you a greetings, and I wish you a long life and good health."