In a daze, Zhang Xiaowu seemed to feel that he was far away, as if he had walked through the grass, through the desert, and across the forest until it was dark. I don't know how long it took, but a sharp pain came from his body, and Zhang Xiaowu finally slowly
Awake. When he opened his eyes, he found that his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was lying on his side on the straw. A mouse ran arrogantly in front of him. When he opened his eyes, the mouse squeaked in fear.
With a loud noise, he got into the hole in the corner of the wall.
Zhang Xiaowu felt pain all over his body and didn't know where the injury was. He raised his head hard and looked around. This was a dungeon. The long dungeon was divided into two parts, the left and right, each with ten identical cells, each with one cell.
There are palm-sized windows everywhere.
Zhang Xiaowu's cell is in the deepest part of the dungeon, with two earthen walls and two wooden fences. The cell directly opposite has the same layout. It is vacant at this time. It is daytime, and the light from the window makes the dungeon flicker like a hell.
Like, giving people a depressing and gloomy feeling.
"Damn it, I'm locked up. I should be captured by the aliens. This is the north bank of the Jialan River. Where is this place?" He wanted to look to the other side and suddenly found the cell next door sitting on the ground.
The person is Caucasian, Caucasian? He immediately opened his eyes
With big eyes, he looked carefully and saw that they were Wuhuan people - they were still wearing Wuhuan's battle clothes, with their armor removed. He quickly looked at the other cells. Among the prisoners who were neither human nor ghosts were Wuhuan.
So - this is not a foreign dungeon, but a prisoner-of-war camp of the Han army, and Zhang Xiaowu was imprisoned in the prisoner-of-war camp.
Damn it, a Han military captain was imprisoned in his own prisoner-of-war camp!
Zhang Xiaowu immediately jumped up in frustration, but found that his feet were also shackled. He failed to control his body during this jump and fell to the hard ground.
"Hahahaha..." The captives around him burst out laughing and laughed at the daredevil in various languages. Some advised him not to struggle in vain in Beiyi, while others suggested the best thing to him in Tartar.
Now lie down and don't move - because he is a yellow-skinned person - of course, no Wuhuan people persuade him, but they are laughing at this fool.
"Yabu!"
"Yabu!"
Four Wuhuan prisoners next door made faces at him and laughed loudly. A Wuhuan prisoner in the cell on the right threw a stone and hit Zhang Xiaowu on the head, and grinned provocatively.
"Boom!"
Zhang Xiaowu covered his head and glared fiercely. The Wuhuan prisoner made a face at him again, and the other prisoners laughed even more. He shut his mouth and decided to ignore these bastards for the time being, lest he be exposed.
Given his identity, after all, a Han Chinese was imprisoned in a prison camp full of enemies. It was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, there was no one else in his cell.
The prisoners shouted and provoked him for a while, but when they saw no response, they lost interest and cursed him and stopped paying attention.
The other prisoners thought he was a lonely person. Without knowing the details of the other party, they kept a distance. This made Zhang Xiaowu finally breathe a sigh of relief. He looked around and found that he was alone in the cell.
, the other prisoners were divided into their own cells according to race and number, and the air was filled with the smell of feces, urine and the stench of death, which made people sick.
As a time traveler, Zhang Xiaowu had no hatred towards the Tartars, Beiyi, Wuhuan and anyone else at the beginning, but now he has become enemies with them. They forced his little bride to death. And he is a prisoner of war.
He must be careful and find a way to prove his identity. Now he is like a wolf caught in a pack of hyenas. Once his identity is exposed, he will definitely be killed by the hyenas——**
Damn it's light.
This group of prisoners doesn't care whether you are a holy Han or not. The Han army guarding the prisoners will also think that the prisoners are dog eating dogs. If the prisoners die, they will die, so don't worry about it. Therefore, silence is the best way to survive now.
Way.
Lying on the withered grass, Zhang Xiaowu thought to himself how he had become a prisoner. He suddenly recalled that before he fell into coma, he saw a group of men in black holding crossbows facing him, and then he was knocked unconscious. He was glad that he did not because of
He died of a fever. Maybe it was because his body was like a steel bone. He was lucky enough to recover. He looked at the wounds on his body and saw that they had scabs. Being arrested and thrown into a prison camp was a bad thing, but recovering from his injuries was a good thing.
It's not entirely bad after all.
"No matter what, I want to go out. I must avenge myself. I want Wuhuan to be destroyed. I will not be a human being unless I avenge this revenge." Zhang Xiaowu secretly made up his mind, but what he needs most now is to rest and regain his strength, especially to maintain his strength.
He calmly got through the difficulties at hand. He never thought that he would be locked up in a prisoner camp of his own army, let alone how to deal with it.
The jailer explained his identity. The prison camp is not a good place. Let alone the weak and the strong, once the Han army is defeated, the army will definitely kill all the prisoners before leaving. Once the Han army wins, they will become hard labor. The best result.
Even if both sides stop fighting and make peace, I will be handed back - but the problem is that I am also a Han, so should I give it to the enemy?
"I will definitely be able to get out of this predicament, I will definitely be able to." Zhang Xiaowu hypnotized himself, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, Zhang Xiaowu felt that his body had recovered a lot. He moved his muscles and bones, but the handcuffs and shackles made it difficult for him to move. He kicked his feet hard and heard a click, and the rusty shackles were broken.
. He struggled to break free from the handcuffs, and heard a snapping sound, and the handcuffs were also disconnected.
"Fake and inferior products are not a bad thing, at least for me." Zhang Xiaowu said in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the dungeon. There was no light outside, it must be night. There were two oil lamps hanging in the corridor in the middle of the dungeon.
It exuded a foul odor, and Zhang Xiaowu guessed that the lamp oil was either corpse oil or animal fat.
There was a wooden basin at the door of the cell. There was a lump of disgusting-smelling food in the wooden basin, but Zhang Xiaowu was so hungry that he could take a bite of even human flesh, let alone rancid food. He rolled over and three
I ate the food in two mouthfuls, and only after I finished did I realize that this food
It is a bran noodle vegetable dumpling. The bran noodle vegetable dumpling is a food made of bran flour, wheat flour and wild vegetables mixed together. Because the ingredients contain bran flour, it is difficult to digest when eaten, so people who have eaten the rice ball do not feel hungry and eat it.
Many people will be suffocated to death because the bran powder blocks their intestines.
But Zhang Xiaowu is no longer picky about this. It is better to be suffocated to death in a few days than to starve to death now.
At this time, the iron door of the dungeon was opened, and a man who was as strong as a cow and had a Tartar haircut was escorted into the dungeon by the jailer and walked along the corridor to the end.
He was a short, bearded man with shoulders as broad as a cow. His triangular eyes glared at the jailer who was escorting him. The young jailer looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He said inwardly: "Look again? Look again."
?If you look at it again, I will dig out your eyes!"
The Tartar man sneered and spat on the ground. The jailer was startled and took two or three steps back, almost sitting on the ground. The strong Tartar man curled his lips in disdain and said in unskilled Holy Chinese: "Don't worry.
, I won’t kill you, but you have to be polite to me, otherwise you will lose your head and be chopped off by your high officials.”
The young jailer was angry and annoyed, but had no choice but to turn around and open the cell door and push the strong man from Tartar into Zhang Xiaowu's cell.
The prisoners around him saw that the strong man was a little arrogant, and they all guessed his identity. The strong man waved proudly to everyone, which aroused the dissatisfaction of several prisoners of other races, but the strong man still didn't care and walked into the prison without hesitation.
room, as if this was not a dungeon but his home.
Zhang Xiaowu frowned and looked at this menacing Tartar man, but he was thinking about how to prove himself.
"Should I say it directly, or should I -" Just when Zhang Xiaowu was in a daze, the Tartar man walked up to him and coldly shouted a Tartar dialect to him. When Zhang Xiaowu was dazed, the Tartar man
The big foot kicked over.
"Bang!"
Zhang Xiaowu was unable to dodge and was kicked aside by the Tartars. He rolled to the side like a rubber ball. The prisoners around him cheered loudly. Some even whistled and gave thumbs up. They praised the strong Tartar man in various languages.