Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 10

With a sound of 'Dang~', there was a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding.

Zhang Tiezhu, the team leader of the Anxi Dadu Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty, held a strange knife drawn from the belt of a Turkic horse bandit, and slashed it on a machete commonly used by Turkic people.

After the next second, Zhang Tiezhu couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Because with this swing, a fingernail-sized gap was cut on the blade of the scimitar, but the blade of the strange knife had no scars at all.

"It's a good sword, but it's a little short." Suddenly, such a thought arose in Zhang Tiezhu's mind.

After conveniently pinning the weird knife on his belt, Zhang Tiezhu asked the Turkic captive who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and asked:

"Tell me, where did you get this precious sword?"

The Turkic who was frightened could hardly speak even now, but he still knew that he raised his bound hands and pointed at the captives who were tied up on the side of the camp, that is, Hu Biao and others.

After looking over with his fingers, Zhang Tiezhu became more suspicious.

The reason for this is that with Zhang Tiezhu's rich experience and vicious eyesight, he couldn't see clearly the number and origin of these people for a while.

Mainly Hu Biao and the others, although they were very disheveled and embarrassed, their sizes and temperaments were quite different from this era, and they were still quite eye-catching.

Among other things, that fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms is a symbol of status and status these days.

That body of flesh is a luxurious figure that can only be maintained with plenty of food and oil and water; not to mention such a precious sword, it is definitely not something ordinary people can have.

In this way, Zhang Tiezhu naturally became more interested in the origins of these people.

Then there was a scene that made Hu Biao, these unlucky bastards panic a lot: the murderous fighters looked at them as if they were sizing up their prey...

After looking at Hu Biao and others, the man with the scar face said, "Who are you guys?"

"Tang people, we (we) are all Tang people, thank you general for saving our lives~"

Facing the question, Hu Biao, a trainee commander in name, spoke up before the others responded.

After finishing speaking, he took the lead to face the man and made a bow with both hands in salute.

After other netizens saw this and reacted, they immediately followed suit.

The main reason why Hu Biao has such an approach is that he can not only understand what the other party said, but also hear the familiar Guanzhong accent in the other party's mouth.

The accent is definitely not exactly the same as the modern plane, but there are at least six or seven points of similarity between the two.

Because although Hu Biao is a native of Hunan Province, he lived with his parents in the Weinan area for two years when he was a child; after entering the society, he talked with a girl from Xianyang for more than half a year.

According to that girl's sincere evaluation, Hu Biao's Guanzhong dialect is already quite good.

(Some experts say that the current Guanzhong dialect is the official language of the Tang Dynasty, and some experts say that the Luoyang dialect of the past is the current Hakka dialect.

The author is a deadbeat, and I can't understand this stuff.

Therefore, in the subsequent settings, the Guanzhong dialect is the official language of Datang, and the context will also be modified to some extent, basically speaking the vernacular.

After all, the authors of the authentic and non-authentic Guanzhong dialects of the Tang Dynasty don't know how, and book lovers also struggled.

Those who are knowledgeable and passing by, don't worry about it. )
So after reacting, Hu Biao of course opened his mouth without hesitation, hoping to use such a method to narrow the distance between the two parties and gain the trust of the other party.

In the past few days, a group of surviving netizens were also chatting and got to know each other to a certain extent.

At the critical juncture, although many people didn't think clearly why Hu Biao spoke up so actively, it didn't hinder them at all, and they all followed suit.

It was Hu Biao's voice that fell, and netizens felt the fiery look in the eyes of a group of Tang Jun around.

What did you say?There is actually quite a surprise, even kindness.

Before they had any more reactions, these Tang Jun swarmed up and started to fight against them; good guy!At that time, Hu Biao couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum, thinking that some of the most frightening things were about to happen.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened in the follow-up.

To be more precise, after these dozens of Tang Jun took action, they only started a fairly detailed search on them; if the purpose was, Hu Biao and the others soon knew the specific reason.

When Tang Jun finished the inspection, he whispered into the ear of the leading man with a scarred face for a while.

The man murmured to the battle song, and said: "As soon as you speak, you can tell that you are from the Tang Dynasty in Guanzhong with your accent.

It's not the Sui people who fled to the Western Regions more than 100 years ago. They spoke softly.

Liang Daya and the others also inspected you just now, and said that you are clean and don't have the sheepish smell of the barbarians.

This hair and eyeballs are the serious appearance of our Tang people.

More importantly, your hands have never touched a knife or gun, and you are white and tender like a group of scholars. The barbarians in the Western Regions will definitely not look like this.

But you, a group of scholars, why did you appear in this ghostly place; you don't have such things as "excuses" on your body to prove your identity.

If you are spies, it will be troublesome for the one who takes you back..."

After speaking of this, the man fell into a somewhat dilemma; he walked a little farther, and discussed with several other men in a low voice.

Frankly speaking, the Guanzhong dialect is relatively easy to understand among the many dialects in the modern plane; so everyone present, even people from the southern magic city like AT, can understand half a dozen or seven points. look.

It was exactly like this, after they heard what Zhang Tiezhu said, they immediately became a little nervous.

They really don't know what the so-called 'passing place' is, but it should be something in the ID card, and they naturally don't have it.

But if for such a reason, these Tang soldiers are unwilling to take them into action, let them fend for themselves in the wilderness; or continue to be imprisoned as slaves, wouldn't a group of them be finished?
Fortunately, such a worst outcome did not happen.

The man with the scar face and the others took a few steps and discussed in low voices for a while.

He walked back again and said, "Forget it! I haven't seen the dolls from Guannei for many years. You can follow us back to the city to discuss whether to stay or leave, or make other arrangements. Everything is up to Guo Shuai.

Before that, you need to be honest, don't mess around and try to escape, or don't blame me for shooting on the spot. "

Under such a statement, Hu Biao and others quickly flew their heads up.

It was also at such a time that they discovered that these Tang Jun's faces were all old-fashioned, and they seemed to be a little older.

But thinking about the scene where they easily killed the same number of natives before, it didn't affect their idea of ​​hugging these powerful Tang soldiers with thick thighs at all.

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After agreeing to follow these Tang troops back to the city, and then that Guo Shuai will decide how to deal with it, Hu Biao and others did not leave this bloody camp immediately.

The reason is simple. In the words of the man with the scar face, the sandstorm is coming soon.

When the violent wind set off dense yellow sand and blew it over like covering the sky, traveling in such an environment was simply courting death.

This is also the only reason why those natives camped early.

It has to be said that the location of the campsite they chose is excellent.

When the sandstorm hit, warhorses and camels covered their mouths and noses with sacks and tied them together with ropes at the entrance of the cave, which blocked most of the wind and sand blowing into the cave.

Then, everyone hid in the cave where the mound was.

The space in the cave is not too big, and a group of seven to eighty people is a bit crowded, but it is much better than being in the unsheltered wilderness.

More importantly, when the wind and sand were not strong, Tang Jun began to eat dry food with mutton soup.

During this process, Hu Biao and the others were not only loosened, but each was given a bowl; indeed, they were their own people, and they were so considerate in handling things.

The only small problem is that Hu Biao almost didn't spit out the first mouthful of mutton soup, and the same happened to other netizens.

Without him!The smell of lamb in the broth is a bit too strong.

But that's it, these hungry bastards also bite the bullet and finish off a bowl of broth.

It was night, and there was nothing to say all night. Hu Biao and others finally came to safety, as if they had lifted a heavy burden from their shoulders;

That's why they didn't notice those Tang Jun who were going to hold their thighs. Except for a few night watchmen, after they were disarmed one after another, their straight backs were a little hunched.

After taking off the iron helmet on his head, his hair was completely white...

(End of this chapter)