The wind blows the goose feathers and snowstorms to the earth.

Hundreds of yurts stand in the wind and snow.

On the edge of the stake, a thin young man was tied to a wooden stake.

The bitter wind blew, and the eyelids of the person tied to the wooden stake moved slightly.

"I...I'm...I'm..."

Zhang Qi's head was dizzy, his limbs were numb, and his body was trembling involuntarily, feeling the cold was biting.

He only remembers that his eyes suddenly turned black while playing the game, and then he didn't know anything.

He came back a little bit, and before Zhang Qi could open his eyes, a roar that cut through the air sounded in his ears.

Bang!

"Ah! I rnm!" Zhang Qi exclaimed in pain.

“&*…&@…*”

A series of incomprehensible words came towards him with a long whip.

The cold and unbearable pain made Zhang Qi, who was tied to the wooden stake, fainted again.

The man in a felt hat and holding a long whip on the side glanced at the slaves who were kneeling in the snow with a gloomy face, and drank a sip of the fine wine paid by the Han Dynasty in the leather bag with satisfaction.

"You lowly slaves can make you have some food because of the kindness of the gods. If anyone dares to be as lazy as him, then sacrifice them all to the gods!"

After swaying the whip twice, the whip made a snap sound in the air.

The cold wind blew on his red face, and the thick felt hat almost wrapped his face. He raised his long whip. The grassland man pointed to Zhang Qi on the wooden stake, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Put him down."

Hearing his words, several teenagers among the slaves showed a gleeful smile, but before they could have had time to be happy, the bitter cold wind blew their bodies and minds to the bone.

"The lazy slave is not qualified to live, throw him to the foot of the sacred mountain to worship the gods."

The slaves who were kneeling looked at me and I saw that no one dared to get up for a moment.

No one can guarantee whether he can come back after going to the sacred mountain in this kind of weather.

In the crowd, the teenagers looked at each other, gritted their teeth and ran quickly under the wooden stake to release the ropes, and then the few people raised them together, running wildly in the snow, one deep and one shallow.

The heavy snow buried the entire earth in the white world. In the wind and snow, the snow pits of varying depths left by them were quickly filled.

The distance between running was far, and several slaves who worked together to lift people stopped and spoke.

"Brother, what should I do?"

A short boy asked with a sad face and shouted to the boy holding Zhang Qi's shoulder.

"I have no idea."

As Bo said, he took off a piece of rotten skin from himself and wrapped it on Zhang Qi. Seeing this, the others took off some rotten skin from themselves.

Although these skins are not very warm, they can also protect Zhang Qi from being frozen to death by the wind and snow for a while.

The two teenagers who had wrapped their skins for Zhang Qi were indignant before carrying Zhang Qi's arms.

"I was not discovered normally, so why did Dortu come here today? Someone must have informed me!"

"Those Hu people and Yue Shi's naughty skin are all boneless things!"

The two looked angry.

"Eagle, Harrier, now we say these are useless. We need to find a way to make Kai survive!"

He lifted Zhang Qi's legs and tied Zhang Qi's waist and abdomen without leaking air. The boy, who was a little shorter than the few people, said calmly.

"Hui, what do you think you should do?"

My uncle looked at the thin boy. Among these people, he was the smartest, so the grandfather named him "Hui".

Hui glanced at Zhang Qi who was lying on the ground and gritted her teeth: "Let's go, uncle, how far we can run, it's all these days anyway, it's the same a few days earlier or later."

Several teenagers stood quietly for a while when they heard this, and after a moment, a hint of determination emerged in their eyes.

Bo's eyes flashed a little. He looked at the teenagers and then at the weather. He ran away in this kind of weather...

Then, Bo's eyes looked at Zhang Qi who fainted and gritted his teeth.

He nodded firmly and said, "Yewl, you run the fastest. Go to the sacred mountain first, sweep away the wind and snow in the small cave we prepared to light a bonfire."

"Yao, Hui, you and I take turns to turn your back."

As he said that, Bo took another piece of leather from his body and handed it to the eagle. The rest of Harle and Hui were the same. They knew that what the eagle had to do was more dangerous than what they wanted to do.

Eagle grinned and was not polite. He took a few pieces of bad skin and covered them with them and ran out first.

Bo looked at the back of Ying's distant eyes with worry, feeling a little uncomfortable. Everyone was raised by the same Han slave. Although they were not biological brothers, their relationship was already like brothers. Now they decided to share life and death.

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Cold.

Shake.

The first thing Zhang Qi saw when he opened his eyes was a vast white area.

During the period when he fainted, he felt like he had a long dream. As a slave in the dream, he had endless work and whipping every day. Fortunately, he had four trustworthy brothers and a grandpa who would teach them the principles of life every night.

Grandpa often talks about his hometown. Over time, these little Han slaves who grew up among the Huns also yearned for the country called Han. Unfortunately, Grandpa did not survive in the end and died in the wind and snow of the previous year.

After the grandfather died, although his life as a slave was even more miserable, the few people helped each other and survived.

Until today, Zhang Qi replaced the boy named Qi.

My body already felt a little hot.

But now he is in the cold, and he understands what the feeling of fever is.

"I hope you're really useful."

Zhang Qi murmured a few times, and the faint sound did not cause any waves in the wind and snow. He roughly knew his golden fingers in the dream.

Below you can clearly feel the bones walking tremblingly in the wind and snow.

Zhang Qi patted the person beneath him, and the familiar breathing made him know who the person was.

"Brother, let me down."

"Qi! You're awake! That's great!"

Bo was extremely happy about Qi's awakening, and so were Yao and Hui beside him. They clung to Zhang Qi, hoping to give him more warmth.

Zhang Qi came down from Bo's back and stood on the snow, trembling constantly. His thin clothes could not keep warm. When he was whipped, his clothes had been stripped away once.

However, when he saw that Bo and his friends had a piece of skin that was missing from the east and the west, Zhang Qi understood a little bit and was secretly moved.

The feeling of fever in the body became more and more obvious. Zhang Qi didn't plan to delay any further. He took off the rotten skin on his body and returned it to everyone, and then said to Bo and others: "Find a place to shelter me for a quarter of an hour, don't panic."

Before the boys could react to Zhang Qi's intentions, the next second, Zhang Qi disappeared from the spot, leaving only a few pairs of eyes that were panicked and a little joyful.

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"Live!"

Zhang Qi was overjoyed by the fact that his body gradually became warmer rather than instantly comfortable. Looking at the extremely real scene in front of him, he understood that his golden fingers did exist.

The pain in the body woke Zhang Qi up in surprise.

The hands and feet that were still a little stiff when they moved, and the previous cold and whipping had an impact on him left only single digits in the lower right corner of his vision.

【Health: 7/100】

What Zhang Qi shows in his vision is the vision in [Horse Riding and Killing: Overlord].

Current dinar: 1000, influence: 0, health: 7, can participate in the war: 1, food: 0, morale of the troops: 2, speed of the troops 3.7, sight range: 10, daily salary of the troops: 0

After shaking his body, Zhang Qi let out a long sigh: "Riding a horse and chopping!"
Chapter completed!