Chapter 1, Slave Boy

Title chrysanthemum

The sassy west wind is full of courtyards,

It is difficult to come to the cold butterfly.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year,

The newspaper and the peach blossoms bloom together.

The opening chapter first pays tribute to the poem, and then talks about the horizontal lance people.

Chapter 1, Slave Boy

"It's a big deal, this month it's the overseer Li Xianye on duty. ”

"Ji Xin, Ji Xin, it's time to get up!" the sixth son shook Ji Xin, who was still asleep.

On the floor, Ji Xin rolled in a pile of firewood and grass and continued to sleep.

"Oh, hurry up, it's the overseer Lord Li Shiye who came to supervise the work today, and we can't be sloppy. The sixth son is still insisting, insisting on waking up Ji Xin.

Ji Xin rubbed his sleepy eyes, with a tired face.

"Got it, got it~" Ji Xin stretched his waist reluctantly, and his bones stiffened.

Liuzi shook his head and didn't say anything more, he was used to it.

Breaking their fingers, this is their third year as prisoners of war, and they are also in the mines in the territory of Linhuang Mansion of the Daqi Dynasty, and they have been digging iron ore for more than two years.

Many people still remember the battle more than two years ago, when the 100,000 iron cavalry of the Dazong Dynasty and the 50,000 heavy cavalry of the Daqi Dynasty were in the north of the Saibei, and the Dazong Dynasty was defeated miserably in the case of absolute superiority in numbers.

In that battle, the Dazong Dynasty lost the last six states of the 15 states of Saibei and the 12 cities including them; in that battle, the army of the Dazong Dynasty completely withdrew from the 15 states of Saibei, moved the Daimyo's mansion to the south, and began to pay tribute to the Daqi Dynasty; in that battle, the Dazong Dynasty lost the orthodox face of the Celestial Empire.

However, these are not important to Ji Xin and the six sons, only the important thing is the battle between the Dazong Dynasty and the Daqi Dynasty, and their more than 20,000 prisoners of war are completely left in the Daqi Dynasty.

There is no way, if the Great Dynasty does not redeem them, they can only sell coolies here.

They became slaves.

They were sold like cattle. Yes, livestock, if the flesh and blood of these Han people of the Great Sect are willing to eat it, they are really no different from animals.

Normally, five silver coins will buy a strong slave, and a good ploughing ox will cost only two or three silver coins. As prisoners of war, their fate can be described as many and wrong.

Ji Xin and Liuzi are definitely not the kind of slaves who look strong, so they have stayed in this mine all the time, hungry and full, barely surviving until now.

"It's started, it's started, it's all for Lord Ben to ask for something, otherwise, this inspector will let you know if this whip is hard, or if your body is hard!!" Inspector Li Xian Bison snorted angrily and carried the whip, also sleepy-eyed.

In fact, we all know that starting work early is not good for everyone, the overseer does not sleep well, his temper will not be good, the coolie does not rest well, and he will not have the strength to work.

But this is not up to them, this has to ask the real master of the mine, the Northern Desert Wolf King of the Great Deed Dynasty.

However, it is said that someone reported the work because many slaves had died. The end result was the official's bloody head, which hung on the walls of the copper city under the mine.

Ji Xin had seen the official's head, it was a time when the city lord's mansion in Copper City needed to be repaired, and he was sent to Copper City along with more than sixty slaves. He knew that the official was a rare good officer, and the only overseer who treated them as human beings.

But Ji Xin could only shake his head and sigh.

"Hey, the one who doesn't have long eyes, what about you, go to work!!" Li Xianye whipped Ji Xin's body viciously, making a crisp sound of "horn".

Ji Xin is sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has been malnourished for a long time, how can he eat this whip? In addition, he didn't rest at all yesterday, and he fell to the ground on the spot, and his head also hit the gravel on the ground, and the skin was broken.

"Lord Li, Lord Li, this little cub is a cheap embryo, don't insult your noble hands and whip, the villain will teach him a lesson for you. The slightly older six sons were sleek, and hurriedly fell down in front of Li Shiye, slapping his beard and slapping the horse.

"You are all working for the prince's mansion, and with Chachi, no matter how many of you are, there are not enough people to accompany the funeral. Li Xianye snorted, wiped his sweat, and went to another place to supervise.

"Yes, yes, we must have fought with our lives to complete the mission. The sixth son nodded, but he fooled Li Xianye.

As soon as Li Shiye left, the sixth son hurriedly helped Ji Xin up.

"Ji Xin, Ji Xin, are you okay!!" Liuzi slapped Ji Xin's immature cheek.

is so big, and it's just a child, so he really shouldn't suffer this foreign crime.

"I, I'm fine. Ji Xin had a cold face and no expression.

"It's okay, Ji Xin, you must live, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!!" Liuzi whispered to Ji Xin.

"I made a note of it. Ji Xin nodded heavily.

The mine has started a march of clanging ~ again.

Fortunately, some people fell down as usual this morning, and many of them got up again. For more than two years, they are used to such a life that is inferior to dogs.

However, there is a saying that where there is oppression, there is resistance, and when the oppression accumulates to a certain extent, it is time for resistance to erupt.

At this time, the mine was already a big powder keg, just waiting for a small spark to ignite.

This little spark is still brewing light and heat.

It's not Ji Xin, it's not the sixth son, they don't have that ability now. Martian Zi was a slave with a name and a surname, and his name was Kuang Ping.

Kuang family, in the north of the Dazong Dynasty, is definitely a well-known general, a veteran of the Kuangding army, with an eight-point steel spear in his hand, making it a tiger and a tiger, defeating the invincible opponent in the world.

It's a pity that everything is gone, including the glory of his Kuang family and everything in the Kuang family.

He, the only descendant of the Kuang family, also became a prisoner of war and a slave.

In the past two years, he has gathered a large number of slaves who are willing to follow him, after all, there is no hope for such a day, and the unwilling slaves need a leader like him.

Because once it fails, the slave owner Northern Desert Seal Wolf will definitely kill the leader, and for those who are coaxing, they may gouge out one eye and cut off two ears, but not to kill.

They looked for Liuzi and Ji Xin, but Liuzi directly rejected them.

"No way, it's too risky. The sixth son replied.

At the same time, there was also a middle-aged man named Yan Tieyi, who had a shocking scar on his face, from his forehead through the center of his eyebrows to his cheeks.

"Are you afraid of death?" Kuang Ping asked him.

"I'm afraid. Yan Tieyi smiled, turned around, and shrunk on the firewood.

Kuang Ping sighed "It's a pity" and continued to look for his next supporter.

Ji Xin is still young, but he knows that Yan Tieyi must not be afraid of death. Because when he saw Yan Tieyi answering Kuang Ping's question, under the terrifying smile, he showed contempt, contempt for death.

"Let's rest early, we have to rush to work tomorrow, really, there have been more and more hours lately, and too much. The sixth son picked a handful of crushed soil on the ground and pressed it on Ji Xin's scar from being beaten by Li Shiye's whip.

"Uh-huh. Ji Xin lay on his side so as not to touch the injury on his back, the pain would make him unable to sleep.

The desolation of the late night in the north spreads out, and this pile of firewood and grass is obviously not enough to ensure the temperature of the body.

"Tomorrow, what will happen?" Ji Xin closed his eyes, with the illusion of an unknown tomorrow, in the shrinkage, fell asleep.

Just beside this pile of firewood and grass, Kuang Ping, who was separated by five or six people from Ji Xin, quietly took out the dagger that had been following him - Winter Remnant.

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