"This thing is very important to me. You can take the silver and I will give you the velvet robe. I must keep the ring!"
"What right does Liang have to bargain with us? If you don't bring it, I will chop off your fingers!"
This family of three were not hunters but bandits. The old man and the young man held Song Che down, and the middle-aged man began to cut off the "three golds" on Song Che's body, including the hairpins and velvet robes.
"Catching a Liang man is worth more than raising a hundred sheep!"
The middle-aged man shamelessly put the gold and silver in his arms. He did not intend to let Song Che go, but held him with a knife and walked into the snow.
"I have nothing left to gain, so why are you holding on to me?" Song Che said coldly.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "In this freezing world, you have neither food nor water, nor clothes to keep warm. You will freeze to death at night. Why don't you come home with us? We have charged you so much money, so you will definitely..." It’s up to you to have a good meal.”
Song Che cursed all the eighteen generations of this family of three in his heart!
After Mo walked for about half an hour, a ranch came into view. It was already noon, and smoke was curling up inside the ranch.
The middle-aged man brought Song Che into the main room and pressed him on a stool. After a while, a middle-aged woman came in carrying a steaming bowl of mutton soup. She also wore Song Che on her wrist and neck. Che's gold bracelet and gold necklace.
Song Che, who hadn't eaten hot food for two days and two nights, couldn't resist the temptation of mutton soup. After being reserved for a moment, he grabbed the mutton bones and started chewing them.
The middle-aged man and the boy held machetes and stood guard at the door, watching Song Che eat quietly.
After Song Che finished a large bowl of mutton, he patted his belly with satisfaction and asked the middle-aged man: "What's next? What do you want me to do? What do you want to do to me?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Friend, you don't have to be afraid, we won't kill you. A living person is more valuable than a dead person."
"Oh?" Song Che sneered: "Although you look rough, your words are quite pleasant. 'A living person is more valuable than a dead person' has always been my wise saying."
"Da da da……"
There was a sound of horse hooves outside the house, and then a greeting was heard:
"Where is that Liang man!?"
"General, he is in the house. He was found by the river when we were out hunting!"
The old man rushed into the main room and took Song Che out together with the middle-aged and young men.
Standing outside the door were three Hu soldiers wearing armor.
Song Che was shocked. Did the news of his escape from Dadu spread to the border so quickly? If he is caught again by them, he will definitely die.
A family of four and three Hu soldiers from the ranch, a total of seven people, can they win a chance by fighting to the death?
Song Che clenched his fists and stared at the machete in the young man's hand. However, just when he was about to give it a try, he heard the Hu soldier say:
"Well... you have done a good job. Recently, many Liang spies have sneaked into our country to spy on military intelligence. He must be one of them!"
After that, he took out a money bag from his arms and threw it to the old man: "This is the reward promised to you, keep it!"
The old man smiled, weighed his money bag, and pushed Song Che in front of the Hu soldiers' horseshoes.
Seeing this behavior, Song Che gave up the idea of fighting. It sounded like the Hu soldiers were not here to take him back to Dadu, but mistook him for a spy.
"You misunderstood, I am just a businessman who got lost in a snowstorm, not a spy..."
Song Che explained to the Hu soldiers. ,
How could a group of barbarians listen?
They tied Song Che's hands with hemp ropes three or two times, "Follow me carefully, or I will take off your clothes and drag you to death in the snow!" Then they rode out of the pasture.
Before leaving, Song Che turned around and warned the middle-aged man again: "Ask your mother-in-law to keep all my jewelry. Sooner or later, I will come to you to pick it up."
The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "If you are caught in the military camp, you will not be able to wait for that day."
Then we’ll see!
Song Che just followed the Hu cavalry, walking hard in the snow step by step. After walking for about half an hour, a huge Hu military camp came into view.
From a certain point of view, this is not bad news. The fact that the barbarians will camp here shows that they are not far from the Daliang border.
After arriving at the military camp, the soldiers untied Song Che's rope. Song Che thought they would take him to the cell and torture him, but unexpectedly, he was handed a big broom.
"Have you seen those prisoners? Go over and follow them to clear the snow!" the soldier ordered, pointing to the training ground not far away.
It's better to be a prisoner than to be taken back to the capital.
Song Che took a broom to the training ground and took a general glance. There were about a hundred or so people in the field, all with Liang people's faces, and some were wearing Liang Jun's soft armor. They should all be prisoners of war.
"Snapped!"
Sudden!
A whip hit Song Che's back, causing him to hiss and grin.
"What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and start working for me!" A fierce-looking foreign supervisor yelled loudly, holding a riding crop in his hand.
Song Che gritted his teeth and glared at the overseer angrily. He really had the urge to hit him with a broom!
"You dare to stare, you are seeking death!"
The overseer was about to whip his whip again, when an old-looking prisoner of war rushed out from the field. He stepped forward and held the overseer's hand. He said with a smile: "Master, Master, please do me a favor. This guy is new here." He doesn’t understand the rules yet, so don’t get along with him..."
The foreign supervisor snorted lightly, put down the whip in his hand, and said to the experienced prisoner of war: "Doctor Liu, you have to train him well. If I see him disobeying the rules next time, I will beat you too." !”
The mature prisoners of war responded repeatedly, "Master, it's cold outside. Come to the tent and drink tea. We promise to sweep the battlefield clean before sunset."
After nodding and bowing to send the overseer away, the mature prisoner of war quickly pulled Song Che into the crowd to clear the snow together, and whispered: "Boy, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, these bastards , I will kill you if you say you will, and there will be no good outcome if you are stubborn with them, you should calm down... Hey, hey, don't raise your head, you have to do your job even when you talk, so that they won't cause trouble for you."
Song Che hurriedly lowered his head and thanked him while sweeping away the snow: "Thank you so much, Mr., for helping me. My surname is Chen Rencai. Didn't I ask Mr. your name?"
"Oh...it's rare to see a prisoner who speaks so politely like you."
The mature prisoner of war said: "My surname is Liu Mingdan, and he was once a military doctor in Wengcheng..."
