After several days of continuous development, the camp first migrated southwest and then turned north.

The Huds used the calendar and their chronological method was different from that of various republics.

Winters had to estimate the date by himself, and he remembered that the baggage team set out from Shuangqiao Camp on January 12.

It is January 30 that you will reach the Styx Camp by crossing the boundary river, crossing the unmanned land, and reaching the Styx Camp.

That night, snowflakes fell from the sky.

Before that, he was just a temporary recruitment garrison officer, leading a small team of militias to do some hard work of transporting supplies in Paratu.

Since then, his world has been like a cart dragged by a crazy horse, running wildly towards the cliff.

After a lot of twists and turns, the baggage team arrived at Bianli Camp on February 24. Twelve days later, Bianli City was broken.

The next day, as the vanguard, he embarked on the road to retreat and met the Styx again on March 29.

He recalled day by day, roughly confirmed that he woke up in the felt tent of Eerlun on April 16.

It has been seven days since then, and that is April 23.

"Have I been away from home for so long?" Winters seemed to be in a different world.

In April, the sea blue must have been very hot.

Men and women on the road had already changed into beautiful and thin single clothes, and only older people were still wrapped in winter clothes.

The dock was full of shirtless porters, and merchant ships of all sizes gathered in the bay, waiting for the monsoon to arrive as scheduled.

The Holy Lord’s Assumption Day is coming soon, it is the most important festival in the sea.

On that day, everyone would dress up and follow the "Consul's Golden Ship" to St. Nicholas Island.

What awaits them were priests holding holy water, salt and olive branches.

The prayer is unmoved: "O Lord! Bless us, bless all the people on the sea, and let the sea be peaceful and peaceful forever."

Next came the grand celebration and parade.

The Ascension Festival of the Holy Lord is important because it represents the beginning of the new year's sailing season.

After a brief carnival, the sea blue people will sail towards the vast sea, either bringing back wealth or disappearing there.

Winters' thoughts had drifted to the shore of the sea.

He said blankly: "Uh Erlun?"

"Hmm?" Eerlun is doing embroidery work.

"Spring is here."

"Yes, it's getting warmer day by day, and the wind is also starting to blow west." Eerlun smiled and raised his head, with his willow leaves curling eyes: "The old man said it's time to bring all the lively spirits to the high ground."

"Let me find a knife."

"Okay." Eerlun kept carrying needles on his hand: "What kind of thing do you want?"

"It's the most common kind." Winters sat up and held up: "Please bring me some more branches."

He now knows that for the unmarried Hurd women, the sword is an important "token".

The man gave a betrothal gift and the woman took the sword back, so she could not take the unmarried woman's sword at will.

Eerlun quickly brought Winters a knife the size of a palm.

The steel mouth of the knife is very good, the blade body and the handle are forged together; there is no grid, and the handle is wrapped around with leather ropes; the overall style is simple and unpretentious, and it is a reliable tool for herders' life, and Winters is very satisfied.

The carpenter had to use a special carving knife, but Winters did not intend to carve flowers in the statue.

He picked up a piece of branch, slowly peeled off the skin, cut it off, and sharpened it.

In this way, he moved his stiff arm muscles little by little.

"Are you cutting wooden signs?" Eerlun was a little puzzled: "Do you want to knit a sweater?"

"It's just moving your arms."

Eerlun coaxed Winters: "Write the felt tent and the wood chips will be brought to the blanket. So, can I help you outside? Sit for a while and bask in the sun."

Winters was unwilling to leave the tent or show his face in the camp, but he would not refuse Eerlun.

"good."

Winters' leg injury has subsided, but it is still a long time before he can remove the fixation.

Eerlun helped him walk outside the felt tent, brought a wooden box, and let him sit at the door of the tent; he also brought a blanket and covered his legs.

Another day's trek, today I'm camping in a sparse coniferous forest.

The sunset passes through the branches and leaves, casting spots of light.

The little lion walked over with a deer leg and joked: "Just looking below your neck, I thought you were the old man next to the fire."

Winters silencedly cutting the wood.

"Are you going to make barbecue wooden skewers?" The little lion was also very curious.

He stared at the knife in Winters' hand and blinked.

Winters nodded and continued to peel the wood.

"You, say less." Eerlun walked out of the tent, took the wool knitted blanket and draped it on Winters' shoulders, and then took the deer leg from the little lion: "Let Hestasan bask in the sun quietly."

"Oh, okay." The little lion smacked his lips.

He squatted beside Winters, watching the white wood core sharpened little by the knife, and asked, "The spoils are being distributed back. Do you still want your armor?"

Winters shook his head.

"When you found you, you still had a pack of maps in your arms. Do you still want that?"

Winters put down the wooden sign, thought for a while, and said, "That is the item of one of my elders, please give it back to me."

"No problem." The little lion agreed without hesitation.

The two fell silent again, and could only hear the sound of a knife cutting the wood.

The little lion simply sat on the ground, looked into the distance, and said carelessly: "My brother is back, and there is no joint venture yet. I will bring him to see you when the time comes."

Winters didn't agree.

"You can rest." The little lion stood up: "I'm leaving."

These days, Little Lion often comes to chat with Winters.

But Winters became more and more silent, and was not even active during the period when he had just woken up. He only had some words when he was with Eerlun.

After leaving his sister and Winters, the little lion did not return to his felt tent. He took out his horse and galloped east with his guard.

He climbed over the hillside and ran along the stream to another camp several kilometers away.

The camp where Winters and Eerlun are located is very small in size and is not the real "old camp" of Chihe tribe. Most of them are the elderly, weak, women and children who survived Bian Li, as well as a small number of wounded people.

The camp where the little lion came to only adult men, and sent posts wearing armor and swords were everywhere.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! There are also a small number of fierce guards wearing bows and quiveres, which are "quiveres".

People on the road greeted the little lion, either calling him "little lion" or respectfully calling him "kitchen master".

In addition to the Chihe tribe, there were nearly a thousand men tied with ropes and iron chains behind the camp.

These men were not wearing Hed's robe, but with bloody Palatu military uniforms!

They are prisoners...and slaves.

The Hud people around them threw food at them like feeding pigs. The prisoners fought like crazy and even fought for it.

A middle-aged prisoner just grabbed the wheat cake with mud and dead grass and was snatched away by another thin prisoner.

The thin captive, regardless of the other people's fists and feet, tried his best to stuff the wheat cake into his mouth.

Someone on the other side was screaming: "My hand!"

It was the others who didn't care about distinguishing between fingers or wheat cakes, and they bit them and swallowed them with blood.

The onlookers laughed and threw out more wheat cakes.

Are the prisoners ashamed?

shame.

But they were so hungry that they were so hungry that they were desperate.

For more than ten days, they have traveled day after day and only got a small amount of food every day, and they are feeding like pigs.

If you don't rob, you will starve to death.

That feeling of hunger always asks them: How much is dignity worth? What is shame?

The Huds captured very few officers and were all held alone.

Not only the officers, but even the soldiers have been stripped of the prisoners.

Losing their backbone and being deliberately destroyed, their will has completely collapsed.
To be continued...