Li Kuo stood on the high platform in front of the shack, looking at the densely packed heads under the platform, he felt his nose getting sour. According to the detailed statistics of the brothers in Tongwu Camp, there were 2,137 Tang people in total, one more person.
No more, one less is no less.
The expressions on their faces were very dull, and they were looking at themselves timidly from all angles. Li Kuo deliberately aroused the self-esteem in the bones of the Tang people, and ordered people to drag the corpses of the killed Tubo people to the shack.
The heads of more than a dozen Tubo governors had been picked up on spears by their brothers and stuck in the pit next to the shack. Li Kuo originally thought that these Tang people would step forward bravely and chop the corpses into pieces, and at the worst, they would spit.
Thick phlegm. But who would have thought that those Tang people showed no joy at seeing the head of the domineering Tubo shepherd leader in the past? They were like weasels on their toes, carefully observing the surroundings
I was afraid that because of what I said wrongly, I would end up like the Tubo people.
Although the Tang bandits were barbaric and cruel, didn't they still need people to herd their horses? The Tubo people needed to eat meat, so didn't the Tang bandits also have to cook rice and eat porridge? Who could run this pasture without the help of men and women running errands?
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Not seeking merit, but seeking no faults. This is the experience they have passed down from generation to generation and has proven successful time and time again.
To be honest, starting from their father, mother, and even father, mother's father, and mother, they all do this. As long as they are careful not to do anything extraordinary, the herdsmen will not
I will have the leisure to find trouble with a shepherd slave.
Li Kuo looked at these Tang people and felt that his heart was being stabbed constantly. He once tried to communicate with the Tang people with his eyes, but found that no matter how hard he tried, these so-called Tang people were as dumb as stones.
Standing by the side, looking at him blankly.
"Country Party members, the Tibetans who oppressed you have been executed by us, and you are free!" Li Kuo clenched his fists and shouted loudly.
To his surprise, these Tang people did not cheer for joy, did not high-five each other, and did not even make a sound!
Silence, deathly silence.
Aren't they Tang people who were kidnapped by the Tubo people? Why did they become like this in just a few decades?
The young man kept asking himself this question, but couldn't get even an answer.
The skin of these people of Tang Dynasty has long been tanned black due to herding horses for many years, but the yellow background can be vaguely seen through the wrinkled old skin; although their chaotic eyes have become cloudy due to long-term oppression
, but deep within that withered yellow color also carries the everlasting black; even though the hair, which is as fluffy as withered grass, appears to be withered and yellow due to malnutrition, it actually contains the character of the Han people.
That is the perseverance of black, that is unyielding, that is the color of the night! That is the simple yellow, that is diligence, that is the color of the earth!
But how come they all changed when they arrived? Through these zombie-like bodies, Li Kuo didn't see a trace of soul beating at all.
Boom! The boy suddenly felt that this feeling was so familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere before. It was in Zhongnan Mountain! In the col of Zhongnan Mountain, the expressions of the believers were so similar to theirs! But those believers were clearly under the spell.
They were bewitched by the medicine and even became delirious, but these people of Tang Dynasty were timid and cowardly in their bones!
This kind of shrinking and silence is hurtful and even sadder!
Li Kuo jumped off the high platform, walked up to Tang Min, who was relatively strong, and stretched out his hand to hand him the horizontal sword in his hand.
When Tang Min saw Li Kuo drawing his sword and walking towards him, his legs went weak and he knelt down subconsciously: "Master, don't, don't come here. Master, I can herd horses and cut grass. Don't kill me, I
I can’t eat much food, so just give me highland barley steamed buns, thin and dry every day. Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”
Boom, boom, boom!
Three muffled sounds were heard in the air, and the soldiers in the Tongwu Camp felt a lump of thick phlegm blocking their throats, feeling very stuffy.
"Take this knife and chop on that corpse!" Li Kuo raised his voice and pointed at the dozens of Tibetan corpses. "Cut them, and you will be my brother!"
The Tang people hesitated for a moment and finally understood that Li Kuo was not going to kill him. Did the Tubo people have a tradition of killing redundant slaves to save food? How come the Tang bandits they said were so brutal were so much more civilized than they were?
"Master of the Tang Dynasty? How many highland barley buns can you get by chopping up that Tubo master?" Tang Min asked tentatively, his eyes full of expectation.
Li Kuo felt a burst of evil fire rising in his chest and shouted: "Don't call me master. There are no masters and servants here, only brothers and robes!"
"That, that..." Seeing that he had made the Tang Dynasty master angry, the Tang Dynasty people were horrified, but he couldn't think of any other name to call him instead, so he stamped his feet anxiously.
"This is our captain, we all call him general!" Dou Qing said angrily, hating that iron is not as strong as steel.
"General, general - army?" Tang Min tentatively spelled out these two monosyllabic words. Huh? Although he had never said this word before, why was it so exciting?
"Well!" Li Kuo breathed a long sigh of relief. Although this Tang Min is still far away from his expectations, he has at least taken the most difficult first step. As long as he persists, there is hope to awaken such a dusty mind!
The young man's throat was choked and he said: "If you kill him, you will be my brother, Li Kuo. From now on, you can eat whatever I eat." Li Kuo thought for a while and made a promise. Now this kind of promise is obviously more practical.
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"Well, Master Tang Ren, oh no, general, how many highland barley steamed buns can you eat in one meal?"
"Haha, hahaha. Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter among the Tang army, and the soldiers of Tongwu Camp were so amused by his statement that they couldn't even laugh or cry.
"He, um, General Li can eat a lot of highland barley steamed buns in one meal. As much as you want, please be satisfied! Not only that, there is also a supply of fresh milk wine, please be satisfied!"
Zhang Yanji wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and encouraged him loudly.
"Then, then I, I did it! Damn it, didn't you just chop him with a few knives? It's no different from slaughtering sheep and cattle." The Tang Min grabbed the horizontal knife and ran towards the corpse of the Tibetan soldier.
ps: The behavior of these survivors of the Tang Dynasty is very similar to the low-level characters described by Mr. Lu Xun. Liu Yun, I have always believed that the fall of a nation is directly reflected in the mind. After all, there is still a chance to resist after the body is enslaved. If it is ideologically
If you are enslaved, you can only be assimilated.
I’ve been a little tired of writing lately, but I still say the same thing, keep up the good work!
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