The wind swept the goose feathers and sprinkled heavy snow to the earth.
Hundreds of felt houses stood in the wind and snow.
At the edge of the felt room, a young man in thin clothes was tied to a wooden stake.
The biting wind blew, and the eyelids of the man tied to the stake moved slightly.
"I...I am..."
Zhang Qi's head was dizzy, his limbs were numb, his body was trembling involuntarily, and he felt a biting cold.
He only remembered that his eyes suddenly went black while playing the game, and then he didn't know anything anymore.
After regaining his composure for a moment, before Zhang Qi could open his eyes, a whistling sound that cut through the air rang in his ears.
Snapped!
"Ah! I'm RNM!" Zhang Qi exhaled in pain.
"&*……&@……*"
A series of unintelligible words followed by a long whip being whipped towards his head and face.
Due to the cold and unbearable pain, Zhang Qi, who was tied to the stake, fainted again.
The grassland man wearing a felt hat and holding a long whip glanced at the group of slaves kneeling and shivering in the snow with a sinister look on his face, and took a satisfied sip of the wine that was sent as tribute from the Han Dynasty in the leather bag.
"You humble slaves can still eat because of God's mercy. If anyone dares to be as lazy as him, then all of them will be sacrificed to God!"
He swung the whip twice, and the whip made a snapping sound in the air.
The cold wind blew on his red face, and the thick felt hat almost covered his face. Raising his long whip, the prairie man pointed at Zhang Qi on the wooden stake, with a cruel smile on his face.
"Put him down."
Hearing his words, several young men among the slaves smiled happily, but before they could feel happy, the biting cold wind chilled their bodies and minds to the bone.
"A lazy slave has no right to live. Throw him to the foot of the sacred mountain to sacrifice to the gods."
Kneeling slaves, look at me, look at you, no one dared to get up for a while.
No one can guarantee whether you can come back from a trip to Mount Sacred Mountain in this kind of weather.
In the crowd, the teenagers looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and quickly ran to the wooden stakes to loosen the rope from the tied Zhang Qi. Then they worked together to lift him up and ran wildly through the snow.
The heavy snow buried the entire land in white. In the wind and snow, the snow pits of varying depths left behind after they walked through were quickly filled.
After running far away, several slaves who worked together to carry people stopped and spoke.
"Uncle, what should I do?"
A short boy asked with a sad face and shouted to the boy who was lifting Zhang Qi's shoulders.
"I have no idea."
While Bo was talking, he took off a piece of rotten leather from his body and wrapped it around Zhang Qi. Seeing this, everyone else also took off some rotten leather from their bodies.
Although these leathers are not very warm, they can protect Zhang Qi from freezing to death in the wind and snow for a while.
After wrapping the leather around Zhang Qi, the two young men who had previously lifted Zhang Qi's left and right arms looked indignant.
"I'm usually not discovered. Why did Dortu come here today? Someone must have tipped off the news!"
"Those barbarians and Yueshi bastards are all boneless things!"
Both of them looked angry.
"Eagle, Harrier, it's useless to talk about this now, we have to find a way to keep Qi alive!"
Lifting Zhang Qi's legs and tying them tightly around Zhang Qi's waist and abdomen to prevent air leakage, the young man who was shorter than the others spoke calmly.
"Hui, what do you think we should do?"
Uncle looked at the thin young man. Apart from Qi, he was the smartest among them, so he named him "Hui".
Hui glanced at Zhang Qi, who was lying on the ground with a snow-white complexion, and gritted his teeth: "Let's go, uncle, we can run as far as we can, it's only a matter of these few days anyway, it doesn't matter if it's early or later. "
Several teenagers stood silently for a while after hearing this. After a while, determination appeared in their eyes.
Bo's eyes flashed a little. He looked at a few teenagers and then at the weather. Running away in this kind of weather...
Then, Bo looked at Zhang Qi who had fainted and gritted his teeth.
He nodded with firm eyes and said: "Eagle, you run the fastest. Go to the sacred mountain first, sweep away the wind and snow in the small cave we prepared, and light a bonfire."
"Harrier, Hui, you take turns carrying me."
After saying that, Bo took another piece of skin from his body and handed it to Ying. The rest of Yao and Hui did the same. They knew that what Ying was going to do was even more dangerous than what they were going to do.
Eagle grinned without any politeness, took a few pieces of rotten leather covering his body, and ran out first.
Bo looked at Ying's retreating back with worried eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. They were all brought up by the same Han slaves. Although they were not biological brothers, their relationship was already like that of biological brothers. Now they decided to live and die together.
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Ice cold.
Jitter.
When Zhang Qi opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a vast expanse of white.
During the time when he passed out, it was like he had a long dream. In the dream, as a slave, he had endless work and whipping every day. Fortunately, he had four trustworthy brothers. And the grandfather who teaches them the principles of life every night.
Grandpa often talked about his hometown. Over time, these little Hannus who grew up among the Huns also yearned for the country called Han. Unfortunately, Grandpa did not make it through in the end and died in the snowstorm the year before last.
Although the life of being a slave became more miserable after my grandfather died, several people helped each other and survived.
To this day, Zhang Qi has replaced the young man named Qi.
My body already feels a little warm.
But now he was in severe cold, and he understood what this feeling of fever was.
"Hope you're actually useful."
Zhang Qi murmured a few times, his weak voice making no waves in the wind and snow. In his dream, he roughly knew his golden finger.
Beneath him, he could clearly feel the skeletal body walking tremblingly in the wind and snow.
Zhang Qi patted the person under him, and the familiar breathing sound let him know who that person was.
"Uncle, let me down."
"Kai! You're awake! Great!"
Bo was extremely happy about Qi's awakening, as were Yao and Hui beside him. They crowded around Zhang Qi, hoping to give him a little more warmth.
Zhang Qi got off Bo's back and stood on the snow, shivering. His thin clothes couldn't keep him warm at all. When he was whipped just now, his clothes had already been stripped off once.
However, when he saw the pieces of leather on Bo's and the others' bodies, Zhang Qi had a general understanding and was secretly moved.
The feeling of fever in his body became more and more obvious. Zhang Qi did not want to delay any longer. He took off the rotten skin on his body and returned it to everyone. Then he said to Bo and others: "Find a place to take shelter from the wind. Wait for me for a quarter of an hour. Don't panic." ."
Before the few teenagers could realize what Zhang Qi meant, Zhang Qi disappeared from the spot in the next second, leaving only a few pairs of panicked and joyful eyes.
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"Come alive!"
Zhang Qi was overjoyed that his body gradually became warm instead of instantly comfortable. Looking at the extremely real scene in front of him, he understood that his golden finger did exist.
The pain in his body made Zhang Qi wake up from his surprise.
After moving his somewhat stiff hands and feet, the effects of the cold and whipping had left him with only single digits in the lower right corner of his vision.
[HP: 7/100]
What appears in Zhang Qi's vision is clearly the vision in [Mount and Blade: Overlord].
Current dinar: 1000, influence: 0, HP: 7, available combatants: 1, food: 0, troop morale: 2, troop speed 3.7, sight range: 10, troop daily salary: 0
After shaking himself up, Zhang Qi let out a long breath: "Riding and slashing!"
