Zhang Xiaowu was almost kicked to death. He felt that his ribs might be broken, or his spleen might be damaged, or his intestines might be broken. In short, his condition was very bad. This unprepared attack by the strong man from Tartar
Zhang Xiaowu regretted it so much that he warned himself not to relax at any time and not to expect others to be kind to him.
The prisoner-of-war camp is a place that believes in the supremacy of the strong. There is no hierarchical relationship here. Everyone often speaks with fists, and fists are also the only common language here. The actions of the strong Tartar man immediately won everyone's support.
The camp wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, but the silent Zhang Xiaowu unfortunately became that chicken.
The young jailer was anxious, but he did not dare to enter the cell to stop the prisoners of war from fighting. He banged the railings with the wooden stick in his hand in a panic, regardless of whether the prisoners could understand Chinese, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "
No fighting, you are not allowed to fight!"
The strong Tatar man looked at the jailer behind the fence with disdain, laughed triumphantly, and ignored the jailer's shouts. He turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaowu, who was lying on the ground curled up and groaning, not to mention ignoring his life and death.
I just lay down on the grass and fell asleep.
"You...you..." Seeing that he stopped beating people, the young jailer yelled guiltily: "I told you not to fight. This is a prisoner camp. You are not allowed to fight. Do you remember?"
"Woooooooo..."
The prisoners booed and laughed, and the young jailer, red-faced and embarrassed, escaped from the dungeon as fast as he could.
"Yabu! Yabu! Yabu..."
The prisoners shouted in unison and laughed at the Holy Han soldier. No one cared about the "Beiyi man" who was beaten.
The Tartar kick caused Zhang Xiaowu to curl up on the ground for more than half an hour to recover.
"If it weren't for his illness, I would definitely be able to kill this bastard." Zhang Xiaowu curled up and thought to himself. Although his injuries gradually recovered, he couldn't muster any strength. The former marksman captain was now not as good as before, and he hadn't eaten for several days.
He is very weak, so how can he be a match for a strong man who eats meat every day?
He was not a reckless person. Since he decided to prove his identity, he immediately decided to do something big to meet the person in charge of the prisoner of war camp. And the only big thing he could do at the moment was to kill the powerful Tatar man in front of him.
. He realized that his current physical strength was not enough to kill the strong man head-on, so he had to wait until night fell before the strong man fell asleep. For him, the most important thing was patience. He continued to lie on the ground and pretended to be beaten badly.
Serious and extremely weak, he was waiting for an opportunity.
The strong Tatar man was very alert. Although he had been squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, he was still secretly observing Zhang Xiaowu's reaction. It was not until Zhang Xiaowu lay on the ground motionless for two hours that the Tatar man relaxed his guard and said to himself
It seemed that I really almost kicked him to death, and this kid definitely didn't dare to resist.
The prisoners in the prison camp only had one meal a day. Before dark every day, several old and disabled prisoners carried rice buckets and distributed a bowl of bran porridge to each cell. The strong man from Tartar looked at the broken bowl and the bran porridge and cursed, the old prisoners who had eaten the rice.
An apology and an explanation
The two of them spoke a series of Tartar dialects. Zhang Xiaowu could not understand. He just pretended to be weak and looked at the bran porridge "greedily". Although the strong Tartar man did not eat, he still took away the bran porridge and teased the mouse.
He seemed to be looking at Zhang Xiaowu.
Zhang Xiaowu hesitated for a long time, then greedily crawled towards the rice bowl as if he had made up his mind. The strong Tatar man glared at him with a sinister triangular eye, and he immediately made a flattering appearance and begged the Tartar people to give him some food. The strong Tatar man
He spat on the ground and ignored Zhang Xiaowu.
Without the permission of the strong man of Tartar, Zhang Xiaowu had to retreat to the corner timidly. He did not dare to speak or pray. His timid appearance looked particularly ridiculous.
In the surrounding cells, the prisoners fought over each other in order to earn a mouthful of food. Some people acted as prison bullies and ate first while others did not dare to move. The strong man from Tartar also became hungry due to the sound of people eating around him. He was disgusted.
Ji Di picked up the bran porridge and tasted the food helplessly, but spit it on the ground and cursed that even the dog would not eat the bran porridge.
After scolding for a while, the strong man threw the bran porridge on the ground and sprinkled half a bowl on the ground. Seeing Zhang Xiaowu's pitiful appearance, he felt like a dog he had once raised, so he said in Tartar: "I am on the grassland.
I once kicked someone to death
Touyang, you are not dead yet, so you have some ability. Boy, from now on you will follow me, and you will be free to cover this place from now on. You all remember it, my name is Badener, Grassland
Eagle Badener.”
Zhang Xiaowu didn't understand what he was talking about, but when he saw Baden'er pointing at the bran porridge on the ground, he pounced on it like a beggar who hadn't eaten for several days, and swallowed the bran porridge in the bowl and on the ground in a few mouthfuls.
It seemed that this bran porridge was really the most delicious food in the world, and he even licked the bowl clean.
The other Tartars suddenly cheered: "It turns out to be Brother Badener! Badener, the Eagle of the East Grassland!"
"Eastern Prairie Eagle!"
"Hero, hero of the East Prairie!"
"Hahaha..." The strong man from Tartar was very proud of the praise from others. He stood up and waved, like a leader, and greeted the others: "Yes, I am Badener,
I fell into the traitor's trick and ended up living with you." He then lowered his head and cursed in Tartar to Zhang Xiaowu: "You're such a damn bastard, a useless bastard, no matter how tall the Beiyi people are.
use."
The Tartars in the prison camp shouted excitedly. Everyone has heard the story of Badener, the eagle on the prairie. This man was a fierce bandit on the prairie.
The Tartars originated six hundred years ago.
In order to build the Holy City of Roland, the Roland people who once lived in the north of the Great Wall plundered a large number of people from all over the world and made them slaves of Roland. They were called the slaves of the world in history.
During the period when the world was a slave, they became the horse slaves, sheep slaves, cattle slaves, handymen, servants and even sacrifices of the Roland people. The slaves multiplied and lived here. Twenty years after Roland unified the world, a war called the War of Gods took place.
The great earthquake of punishment destroyed the Roland Empire. The slaves rioted, slaughtered the Roland men in the northern part of the country, and plundered the Roland women as reproductive tools.
After the uprising, the slaves came from various countries and tribes, thus forming many tribal groups. These tribes killed each other. After hundreds of years of complete integration, the loose Tartar Khanate was established. The word Tartar, in Rolandic
means slave, so the Tartar language is a mixed language that combines Rolandic and other languages. After hundreds of years of population and cultural integration, the Tartar Khanate formed its own nomadic culture.
Because the Tartars are a new nation that is a fusion of hundreds of ethnic groups, the northern Tartars are closer to the white race, and the southern Tartars are closer to the yellow race. Although there are more than 200 large and small tribes in the northern Saibei wilderness, the appearance of the tribes
There are often conflicts between them, and they often kill each other even if they have the same skin color.
During the tribal conflict, Badener, a tribal chief in the eastern grassland, was defeated and became a horse bandit. He was unruly and cruel by nature and neglected to manage the tribe. After becoming a horse bandit, he became like a fish in water. He led the horse bandits around Beiyi, Holy Han, and the Dead Sea Desert.
He plundered everywhere without harming the people on the grassland, and gradually became a legendary bandit or hero on the grassland.
This time Badener fell into a trap and was captured. The Han army tried to win him over to join the Qinglong Army, so they were extremely polite to him.
The Tartars in the prisoner-of-war camp did not expect that the great hero Badener was also imprisoned, and they all expressed their admiration for him. Badener waved his hand proudly and said: "From now on, you will follow me, and you will have wine to drink and meat to eat.
There are girls to fuck. You want to fuck fair skinned women?
Wuhuan girls, I will take you to Wuhuan to rob someone. If you want to fuck the delicate Han girls, I will take you to Shenghan. If you want to fuck the hot Mohe girls, I will take you across the Dead Sea desert to snatch them back.
Mohe girls in the woods!"
"Hahahaha! Brother Badener! We are willing to follow the hero!" Almost all the Tartars shouted loudly.