I don't know how long it took, but Lu Wusi heard what Commander Zhao said in the distance. All the cavalry said: "Let's go, send Han'er away first, and the Mongols stay."
A group of cavalry passed by Ge Qingshu, and an officer leading the group smiled and said: "Qingshu, you are from Shandong and don't understand the ways here. Maybe there is a comrade of yours among this group of men." You are your elder in terms of seniority, so you should be more polite."
Ge Qingshu nodded repeatedly: "It's not just the kiss scroll, I just read it, and it contains your biological father and mother. It's serious for you to get off your horse and kowtow."
"My father has died a long time ago!"
The cavalrymen were obviously used to making jokes. The officer spat, laughed and turned to the other side. But following Ge Qingshu's words, some people suddenly reined in their horses and looked into the crowd, showing expressions of looking forward to it but not daring to look forward to it.
Zhao Xuan rode over and said in a deep voice: "Be polite, but don't indulge. In recent years, many Han slaves have been plundered by the Mongols and brought to the grasslands. In the early years, there were also many who escaped from the edge of the military fort and voluntarily entered the grasslands. . They have been following the Mongols for a long time and have been tamed long ago. Shi Moye and Duolulun are going to deal with the Mongols. I asked Dawaqi to stay and help you. You can keep an eye on them here!"
Ge Qingshu responded loudly: "Yes!"
Zhao Xuan leaned down and looked at Lu Wusi, who was a little dazed.
"People like this are the most active in building swords, guns, armor and stomachs for the Mongols on the grassland. Now that Mongolia is weak and the entire tribe has surrendered, if someone in the team just slaps a fan, he will jump up and obey the order. Even the dogs are not that obedient! Who knows if any of these dogs will work as slave laborers for the Tatars? Even if they have to cultivate the land in Jinshan City, they are different from our own military households and shady households."
These words fell from a high place, making Lu Wusi suddenly feel humiliated.
He wanted to retort: "I didn't build swords, guns, armor and stomachs for the Mongols, and I'm not a dog. I was forced to escape to the grassland by you."
But the pain in his chest frightened him. No matter what, he didn't dare to raise his head or move, because he suspected that he would be killed by Commander Zhao's casual orders. Even when many cavalrymen behind him began to shout for orders, he remained still.
After a long time, Han'er's slaves began to line up in groups of ten and set off again, and Lu Wusi finally raised his head. Several slaves he was familiar with didn't know where they had gone. Groups of people walked by, making the ground choke with smoke and dust.
Suddenly another cavalryman passed by and asked, "Why don't you go have some porridge?"
Lu Wusi recognized his voice. It was the cavalryman named Ge Qingshu. His facial features were kind and he didn't look like a dangerous person who killed people casually.
"Is there any more porridge?" he asked in a low voice.
"Nonsense. If I don't give you something to eat, how can you still walk?" Ge Qingshu raised his whip and pointed to the edge of a lake in the east: "There are gang leaders there. Did you see them? Go quickly!"
Over the years, whenever someone yelled at Lu Wusi, he would definitely do it. It was the same now. Ge Qingshu said "go quickly" and Lu Wusi immediately jumped up and ran to where the gang leaders gathered.
When he ran to the stove, the slaves behind him were already lining up. Each of them took a wooden bowl, drank a few mouthfuls of grain porridge in the wooden bowl, and then stumbled forward.
Lu Wusi wanted to squeeze into the queue, but as soon as he squeezed in half of his body, the old Mongolian man who led the team to beat people saw him. He pointed at Lu Wusi from a distance and said something, but Lu Wusi didn't understand what he meant at all.
The next moment, another Mongolian old man rushed over fiercely, hit Lu Wusi on the head with something unknown, and then dragged him to the end of the line.
Obviously the officers said they should be more polite, but the Mongols were very aggressive. Lu Wusi felt like there were stars in his eyes and it was getting harder and harder to stand still.
After a while, another group of slaves followed. A man with dark eyes at the head of the team patted Lu Wusi on the shoulder: "You guy, where did you offend someone? Why were you beaten by those Tatar prisoners? Good guy, your forehead is so swollen!"
"It was the Mongolian master who beat me, not the Tatar prisoner." Lu Wusi said.
The man with dark eyes was a little bit tongue-tied and said in a long-winded way:
"Where did the Mongolian master come from? I just asked the military master. These troops are Ding Haijun of Dajin, and Marshal Guo of Ding Haijun. They are very powerful! He defeated the Tatar Khan and captured tens of thousands of people. Prisoner! The ones who beat you just now are the most obedient among the Tatar prisoners. They are the dogs raised by Ding Haijun!"
Lu Wusi listened and followed the queue forward. After all, he stayed in the grassland for a long time. He always felt uncomfortable listening to the men calling out Tatars one after another, so they all muttered: "That's a Mongolian man, not a Tatar."
The man with dark eyes suddenly became furious. He grabbed Lu Wusi's collar and said angrily: "You kid, if you dare to call me "Mr. Mongolian" again, I will beat you to death right now!"
Both queues suddenly became commotion.
The man with dark eyes looked sick, but his hands were strong. Lu Wusi was as thin as Lu Chai, and his whole body was suddenly lifted up by him, leaving only his toes touching the ground. He was so frightened that he kept saying: "It's not the master, it's the Tatars, the black Tatars! I know!"
As soon as the dark-eyed man let go, Lu Wusi staggered a few steps and quickly followed the queue in front. He just wanted to take a sip of porridge and was bullied. This situation frightened him so much that he suddenly started crying.
Many Han slaves turned to look at him.
Slaves have always been treated like animals. After years of torture, most people's emotions have been worn away. They only eat, sleep and work, and are beaten and killed. Even women Same. Suddenly they saw someone with tears streaming down their cheeks, which made everyone very uncomfortable.
The team slowly moved forward, and Lu Wusi finally got the wooden bowl and filled half a bowl of gruel. He raised his neck and finished the drink, only to find out that the porridge contained wild vegetables and mulberry, along with several kinds of miscellaneous grains.
Still wanting to continue reminiscing, someone grabbed the wooden bowl with his hand and kicked him: "Go forward, follow up! Let's walk! When we get to Jinshan City, we will have porridge in the evening, and I will give you pancakes!"
Before the shouting ended, a whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.
The cavalry hovering outside the captive team immediately became nervous, and the Dinghai infantry and soldiers surrounding the Mongols further to the west also took a defensive posture.
But the sharp Ming Dy kept firing, and several times he shot two or three at the same time, which obviously contained some kind of meaning. The mood of the cavalry quickly changed from nervous to high-spirited. Someone shouted repeatedly: "Where is Commander Zhao? Call Commander Zhao quickly! Also, ask someone to notify Commander Zhang!"
While they were shouting, two cavalrymen were galloping side by side in the direction of the sound.
Ding Haijun's cavalry shouted repeatedly: "Get out of the way! Get down to both sides quickly!"
The Han slaves and the Mongolian tribesmen gave way to the two sides, and the two knights, both riding tall horses, were in front of them in the blink of an eye.
They didn't rein in their horses and asked directly: "Where are Zhao Xuan and Zhang Shao?"
An officer was the first to greet us, and now he rode his horse to follow, loudly replying: "Commander Zhao is at the front, and Commander Zhang is in the city!"
The two cavalrymen galloped past him and headed towards Jinshan City.
Not long after they left, two more cavalrymen ran past, and then two more cavalrymen passed by.
Lu Wusi squatted in the weeds beside the road and took a peek. He saw that these cavalrymen were all wearing green or purple antler armor. The chests of the armor were forged with ferocious tiger patterns, shining with metallic luster and looking majestic. . When they passed by Lu Wusi, their eyes glanced with murderous intent. It was obvious that they were all warriors who had conquered the battlefield countless times.
When these cavalrymen passed by in pairs, the Dinghai navy cavalrymen who were sentrying in the distance were still stationed at their posts, while the soldiers who were originally guarding nearby all gathered at the roadside and stood side by side.
After a while, the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, and about a hundred horses roared towards them.
These cavalrymen still wear green or purple velvet armor, and they look uniform in size but slightly scattered, making them very beautiful.
There was a cavalryman riding in front of the queue. His armor and robes were the same as those of others. He was taller than other knights and had broader shoulders. He is quite young, in his twenties. Ordinarily, there are clear hierarchies in the army. No matter how high an officer of this age is, his status is limited. However, when he casually glanced at the people on the street, he carried a special power that made Lu Wusi lower his head violently.
At the same time, the Han'er and the Mongolians beside Lu Wusi all lowered their heads.
