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The man with a broken leg, called "the boss," took the cake not to fill his stomach.

Instead, imitating the Eight Monsters of Dunhuang, the good steamed buns were broken open and prepared to be dried in the shade.

In this way, dry food can be stored at room temperature for at least six months.

Although this group of people failed to escape two years ago, they killed seven little brothers. The seven were shot into sieves and then trampled into mud by horse hooves.

But since then, this activity of quietly collecting steamed buns has never stopped.

Currently, there are still sixteen people involved in this incident.

Each person will set aside one of the two dry rations distributed every day and give it to their "boss" for accumulation.

Just for everyone to have a common dream.

Maybe one day I can successfully run out and make my way home.

Even though their "boss" said they had to wait for the right time and not be as reckless as last time.

But everyone still holds on to one belief, that is, one day they will be able to escape the supervision of a large number of cavalry, run out of this grassland, and climb the Waixing'an Mountains mentioned above.

As long as you climb over the mountains, you can see the internal watershed and reach the imperial border.

Everyone still remembers the battle many years ago. The border gate was closed during their bloody battle.

They fell into a river of blood and closed their eyes in despair.

But after he came back to life, he didn't hate it.

Because once it is breached, the family on the other side of the city gate will also suffer.

It’s just that I haven’t been able to make my way home for years.

Another thing... I don't know if someone will open the city gate for them when they narrowly escape the mountain and shoot the city gate.

So prepare step by step, it is better than not having any hope at all.

Fortunately, they have prepared quite a lot over the years, which is why it is not difficult for everyone, because everyone never gives up and goes home.

Take their "leader" as an example.

Their "leader" was seriously injured, and his left foot was cut off by the enemy. He fell in a pool of blood. The enemy found it when they were cleaning the battlefield and picking up corpses.

It should have been abandoned and thrown into a pack of wolves to be eaten.

Later, the little brother, who was now dead, trampled into mud and fed to wild dogs, suddenly shouted: "Capture him, he will forge weapons."

The enemy soldiers didn't believe it and cursed a lot.

Little Shitou didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from hurriedly pulling off a piece of cloth from the bloodstained "boss": "You have to believe it, because he is still our little leader. As long as he is alive, he can forge arrowheads for you. "

Perhaps out of eagerness for talent, the enemy threw out a packet of wound medicine, but life and death depended on God's will.

At this point, their "leader" was dragged and taken care of by Xiao Shitou and others, and followed the enemy army here.

In fact, there were ninety prisoners assigned to this tribe.

But excluding those who died of illness over the years, those who died of exhaustion, those who were beaten to death, and those who escaped last time like pebbles, there are currently only seventeen of them left.

As for their "leader", he spent a year and a half recovering from his injuries when he first arrived here.

The slave owners of this tribe were impatient to feed idle people and were ready to stop caring about them. At that time, the wounds on their heads and feet were repeatedly branded with irons, but they still did not heal.

It was with Xiao Shitou taking the lead and everyone saving their rations from working that they were able to save the life of their "leader".

After the leader woke up, he asked everyone to help find quicklime, and also asked everyone to help pick an additional herb.

At present, they have accumulated three bags of this herbal medicine that can treat wounds and ground it into powder.

Next, in order to improve everyone's salary, shorten the working hours, and no longer be beaten and scolded by the people here, the "boss" actually helped the tribe forge arrowheads after recovering from his illness.

It took another half a year to get the other party to relax their vigilance.

Just when the people guarding them thought that everyone had been tamed and honest, and were willing to be the lowest slaves here, those people no longer stared at them all day long like before.

Their "leader" began to teach everyone how to keep some of the molten iron without anyone noticing and began to build their own weapons.

In order to accumulate weapons, otherwise they would not be able to climb out of the virgin forest, and to accumulate iron for their "leader" to make prosthetic legs, everyone spent another three years.

Their "leader" has two prosthetic legs. One has four wheels. The enemies of this tribe don't know it. The prosthetic leg can even run faster than the good leg.

It was a night when everyone was only allowed to sleep for two hours, but their "leader" never slept. He was covered by them and walked back and forth in the cave covered in sweat. And I also used this time to learn the language here.

The boss also has a prosthetic foot for climbing mountains.

It was also when the second prosthetic foot was made that their "leader" suggested to the caretaker that the fire's burning point was not enough and that the fur birch wood needed to be improved with air blast.

Only then did they have the raw materials for the second prosthetic foot, and also their first bow and arrow.

Everyone knows from this that it takes one hundred and seventy days to make a good crossbow.

The materials required were birch wood, horns, wooden tires, tendons, animal sinew glue and other materials. They also killed two little brothers who had been whipped to death by slave owners.

One named Daguang and the other Xiaonan were tortured until they died. They did not say what they wanted the beef tendons for, and they did not even look at the people who were specially detained to watch the execution.

But everyone was being escorted and kneeling there, but they knew in their hearts that what Daguang and Xiaonan wanted to say was, please go home for us.

It seemed like that incident made everyone unable to suppress their anger any longer, so the "boss" led everyone to start accumulating a special kind of stone.

If this tribe is not in chaos, they, the forging slaves, will be extremely tightly guarded and will not be able to escape at all.

So two years ago, Xiao Shitou said that his name was Shitou, and he led the other six people to light a fire and detonate the stone. Taking advantage of the chaos and darkness, the others escaped with weapons.

Unexpectedly, someone discovered something was wrong with Xiao Shitou and the other seven people earlier and reported the secret. The small stones were then shot into sieves.

Because the slaves of this tribe are also divided into three classes.

The first class of slaves are the lower class of the tribe.

The second class is the women who were snatched back from the Central Plains and are also the "public prostitutes" here. Some of them are already quite old and are forced to give birth to babies for the aboriginal slaves of this tribe.

Xiao Shitou was once beholden to a woman who was about the same age as his mother.

Xiao Shitou asked the woman about her children before carrying out the mission, but in order to stop accepting guests, the woman never expected that she would tell the secret before the stone detonated.

The lowest slaves are the captive soldiers and slaves who have taken weapons. Even if the "boss" has used his skills to get preferential treatment from everyone, he is still a person who can be beheaded at will.

The cave is the residence of the forged slaves.

At this time, more and more people were secretly passing out dry food.

The person who first handed over the dry food was called Xiao Mao, and he asked in a low voice:

"Boss, do you think we have any chance of trading?"

The man glanced at Xiaomao and couldn't bear to say that he was hopeful, and even more disappointed.

Because according to his analysis, the delivery point for the mutual market will be handed over in the metropolis of the most respected tribe among these dozens of tribes. The goods obtained in exchange are then distributed to other tribes.

Therefore, this tribe will definitely not come to General Zhou.

And even if they knew that they were the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, any general of the Great Zhou Dynasty would not conflict with these ordinary soldiers. And even worse news, mutual market? That is, there will be no chaos or war in the past two years, so they will not be able to escape the heavy guards and find an opportunity to escape from this grassland.

Unless the ambition here becomes bigger, after hoarding many daily necessities, they will find a way to cause civil war in the Zhou Dynasty, and then take the initiative to attack.

There is no doubt that this is what he has learned about the ambitions of these tribes over the years.

The man stood up with crutches. He never wears his prosthesis in front of others.

However, if you can trade with each other, you will hear some information about the situation, which is better than not hearing any news at all.

"Boss, I hope that within ten years, even if only one of us can come back alive."

After Xiao Mao finished speaking, the other people's numb faces also had vivid expressions, even if only one person survived.

The man looked back at everyone. It seemed that he should find a way to lobby the guards and give them some benefits so that they could enlarge their activity area and stock up on other things.

Xiao Mao suddenly said again that he didn't know if it was because he finally heard the news from that side and after so many years of absence, he felt particularly homesick tonight.

His mother would probably burn paper for him before the Chinese New Year.

"Boss, do you think I will die on the next mission? Otherwise, why am I so homesick today?"

"It could be me." Too many brothers have died trying to get home.

"Boss, where are your leaves? Blow one for your brothers and treat it as a New Year celebration." The youngest, 26-year-old Xiao Mao, looked at the man with a rare smile.

That night, before New Year's Eve, in the early hours of the morning, the lame man played the leaf flute.

He learned this from a Yunnan veteran before.

Legend has it that according to the order of leaves sprouting on a tree, you have to find the ninety-ninth leaf that sprouts and grow out, so that you can play a tune.

At this time, he forgot that the Yunnan veteran also said that falling leaves can be seen everywhere, and talents like him who can learn it instantly are rare.

Men's playing:

"Do you know that Macau is not my real name? I have been away from you for too long, mother.

But what they took away was my body, and you still kept my inner soul.

The biological mother who has been dreaming of me for many years, please call her baby by her nickname..."

"Xu Youtian" feels that he, like the Waixing'an Mountains here, will definitely return home one day.

I was reluctant to close my eyes when I died of illness several times.

Because he is still looking forward to his mother and his daughter coming here like him.

……

At the same time, on the border tower.

Huo Yunqian specially invited the second-in-command sent by the imperial court to supervise him to climb the tower together at this time.

He was pointing to the city and asked the people around him: "Do you seem to see those faces in the war?"

There have been so many Chinese men here who bravely marched forward in the flames of war without retreating, so that they can celebrate the New Year in peace today.

Tonight, Huo Yunqian planned to talk to the people supervising him with the greatest sincerity.

It wasn't him that the court should be wary of, let alone Huo Jiajun.

He wants civil strife and civil war more than anyone else.

We don't want foreigners to take advantage of the chaos and step into the mountains and rivers to burn and rob them, and the imperial court will lose thousands of miles of land.

Although Huo Yunqian knows better than anyone else that from ancient times to the present, taking history as a guide, few famous generals have died well. But he still didn't want this court to fall apart one day and the people to be displaced.

The court should not give him obstacles at every turn, and he should not have second thoughts.

Helplessly, the people around me have been in government for many years. The middle-aged people look at the mentality of young people and regard the sincerity at this moment as childish. They rushed all the way here without sleeping. It would be impossible to say that they could see their faces in the flames of war. Crazy, very unconcerned.

He said: "That's natural. I'm here to assist you, General. General Wanwang, please don't have any misunderstanding."

Huo Yunqian suddenly felt bored and no longer needed to communicate.

When Jia Lai climbed up the tower, only Huo Yunqian was left standing alone in the night.

"General?"

"Why didn't you go into camp to rest?"

Jia Lai and Huo Yunqian reported on the types of goods on the mutual market.

Even though the Jialai people had arrived at the border camp, they were still thinking about his account books.

Speaking of the last thing: "I also plan to call instant noodles after Tian Xin and sell them to various tribes."

Huo Yunqian asked: "Will there be any problems in road transportation for this kind of secondary processed flour? You don't want to use rice to prevent moisture, right?"

Jia Lai told Huo Yunqian, how could it be possible? That would be putting the cart before the horse. How many war horses can be exchanged for instant noodles? You will lose money if you need to add more rice.

He learned from Xu Tianxin, who used plant ash to make alkali, then turned it into a liquid and solidified it into small crystals. When put together with food, it would have a drying effect. After testing, fried instant noodles can indeed be stored for several months.

There is also quicklime, which is very absorbent.

When Jia Lai said this, he also chatted with Huo Yunqian for a few words: "General, they all say that my subordinates have some delicious food and are thinking about that girl. Look, we can use the dry powder in other places." , the little girls here and there have saved us so much horse money."

Only then did Huo Yunqian show a smile.

But when he thought of the few words Xu Tianxin wrote to him, he was still very dull and had no idea after only reading half of the book.

How could it be possible? He was so weird that he just didn't want to talk or discuss anything with him.

Does Xu Tianxin know what she will lose if she misses a gentleman like him?

He is not taught by ordinary people.

She even disliked it.

Let’s look at that careless New Year’s gift again. Jiubao only boasted about the flowers, but he only received two small bottles of wine. Not to mention the taste was different, he was on his way to beat the cold, and the wine he had received from Lu Yan before had the same taste.

In fact, Huo Yunqian was a little confused.

Logically speaking, he treated that girl no worse than Jia Lai and Lu Yan.

He even knew her father.

Before, he had given her a stack of silver notes and four baskets of pomegranates, but they seemed to be different from him.

And the most irritating thing is that letter. It contains only a few words of experience and is made up of New Year's greetings.

Wish him:

When the time comes, it turns into rain, and when spring comes, the tiger chases the wind.

The gentle wind adds to the splendor, and the mighty China smiles.

Jia Lai looked at Huo Yunqian's expression and asked, "What's going on?" We don't know what to think about. He took out biscuits from his pocket and said, "General, you didn't eat much for dinner. Come on, put some aside to try."