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The captive's teeth were clenched tightly, and his left face was firmly stepped on by the smelly boot, making a trembling sound.

And because of his struggle, the right cheek in contact with the ground was already bleeding.

Blood flowed from the side of his face, and the interpreter said in disgust: "Eat him, otherwise I will knock off your teeth."

The captive still gritted his teeth, breathing quickly, but refused to speak any more.

The translator borrowed a dagger, turned the hilt and smiled: "I will use this to knock your teeth off one by one. If you don't die, you can only drink water in the future."

"Ma Song, eat it!"

Someone behind was yelling in Da Ming dialect, and then a Sergeant Halle waved his whip, and the screams came as expected.

"grown ups!"

The captive opened his mouth suddenly, the interpreter was stunned, then he threw the tendons into his mouth, watched him chewing hard, and smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The prisoner hummed, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and blue veins appeared on his forehead and temples.

When the general saw Da Le, he said, "There are bones over there, let that person chew."

The prisoner who was beaten over there was finally freed. He naturally took over the lamb's leg bone that had been chewed up with some fascia left, and said to the general: "Thank you, sir."

Seeing that he was docile, the general felt out of interest and said, "Sweep the floor!"

So the captives continued to sweep the floor, and the fallen Ma Song also got up, looking blankly.

He swept the city numbly, only feeling that life was irrelevant.

"Keep a useful body and wait for the opportunity."

Behind him came the familiar voice. It was this voice that made him compromise and saved his life.

It was Zhao Xing, a hundred household official who was captured with him.

Zhao Xing had already eaten the leg bones, sucked the bone marrow, and licked his fingers greedily.

Ma Song said frustratedly: "My lord, it's too far."

Not only did Meier know that, even Ma Song knew that the distance between the two countries was a natural barrier.

So he is desperate.

Zhao Xing calmly looked around, and said: "Don't despair, the meaty charm is here, Daming will feel threatened, and he may come on the expedition someday. At least he must send an envoy to test it. If he can be brought back, Even if you are disarmed and go to farm."

Ma Song bowed his head, but was not moved by these words.

"My lord, I think my mother, I don't know if she is crying hard..."

Zhao Xing still looked like a scumbag, but his eyes flashed with pain.

"Well, I thought about it too."

...

Sweeping the floor is a mechanical and tedious thing, unless you have the concentration of the sweeping monk, or let you sweep the ground for a day, it is estimated that the whole person will be crazy.

This group of prisoners kept sweeping until the afternoon, only then did they clean up the city.

Exhausted, they were driven from the city.

Although the Harib guarding them didn't work, they were in a bad mood after just standing like this for a day.

The city gate was also preparing to close, and the sergeant guarding the gate yawned indifferently at the last caravan that entered the city.

"an examination!"

Someone stopped the caravan, and then the sergeants cheered up and began to flip the cargo on the carriage.

The goods are very ordinary, mostly grain. In the context of the Samarkand construction, even these sergeants dare not start blackmailing the merchants who deliver the grain.

So the caravan was able to enter the city.

At this time, the deserted sunset began to fall, and the red and yellow glow fell on the top of the city.

Zhao Xing looked back at the top of the city under the afterglow of the setting sun, and felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

"go back!"

The interpreter yelled. He also felt tired, and felt that if such days go on day after day, then he should go to another job.

He lazily looked at the last few people who entered the city, and then smiled.

The bare skins of these people are all dark and tanned. It is winter now, so it must be the coolie that has been tanned for a long time this summer.

The few coolies nodded and bowed to thank the sergeant who was about to close the door, and then were scolded a few words, only then felt at ease in their hearts and smiled humbly.

One of the coolies glanced over the translator, then glanced at the prisoners again.

"Why is it flashing?"

The translator felt that the light had pierced himself a moment ago, and he was too lazy to find it, so he followed the captives into the city.

And Zhao Xing also saw the indifferent eyes that suddenly appeared.

As soon as his heart moved, he pretended to turn around to look at the top of the city, and then glanced at the coolie.

It happened that the coolie turned his head unintentionally, so his eyes met briefly.

Smile.

Zhao Xing vowed that he must have seen the smile, and it was a familiar smile.

He was thinking about the meaning of that smile, but he has been to no avail.

After those coolies entered the city, they soon disappeared without a trace.

The sky is getting dark, the stars are shining, the sky is unexpectedly blue, it looks like dawn.

Wang Yan is eating.

He did not light the lamp, because the oil was very expensive, and many people were reluctant to light the lamp, so the whole city of Samarkand was mostly dark, the brightest place was the palace, followed by the gathering area of ​​the powerful.

He bit the noodles blankly, then took a sip of water and chewed carefully.

After getting food, eat as slowly as possible. The more carefully you chew, the more power you can get from the food.

He chewed carefully like this, quietly looking at the distant night sky from the open door.

Soldiers must be able to endure loneliness, otherwise it will be difficult to entrust important tasks.

The night sky is very beautiful, countless stars form the galaxy, densely hanging in the sky, like the sand on the seashore, eternally far away.

In the darkness, he suddenly stopped chewing, and then his body disappeared behind the door like a poisonous snake.

There are sounds around, the sounds of adults berating children, the sounds of cooking, the sounds of children making noise...

Against the background of these sounds, a dark figure quietly appeared outside the door.

The black shadow stood still outside the door for a while, then gently tapped twice with his fingers on the door, and stepped forward.

He walked into the room ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ when he looked back again, the door behind him had been silently closed, and a dark figure was standing behind the door, looking at him coldly.

"grown ups."

"Why come to me at night?"

"My lord, it's in place."

In the darkness, Wang Yan nodded slightly and said: "The timing is right, Samarkand is too calm, you may not have seen blood in a long time."

The black shadow lowered his voice and said joyfully: "My lord, brothers have been suffocated a long time ago, how do you do it?"

Wang Yan's eyes flickered slightly in the dim light. "Aren't there two civil servants who are arguing recently? It's very noisy all day long."

Sombra sniffed, "My lord, then let them shut up?"

"Yes, Mr. Xing He has something to say, I always think it's good."

Wang Yan's voice was a little erratic, as if he was remembering something.

"One of them says... if the tongue is useful, then what are you doing with the army! So don't be nonsense if you can do it! The Harits don't know the truth, let's go and tell them."

...

Samarkand at night is very charming, no pedestrians are seen on the streets.

Occasionally, a group of patrolling sergeants came from a distance, and the sound of footsteps silenced everyone nearby. After they left, they began to speak in relief.

The most majestic building in the city is the Royal Palace, where Zhuergan and his wives and children live.

There are warriors who are most loyal to Zhu Erqian in the palace, and unless it is the mutiny of the army, they can rest assured.

Therefore, the sergeants did not stop when they visited here, and they didn't even take a second look.

The rotating sergeants in front of the palace didn't bother to look at these fellow robes. In their eyes, these patrolling sergeants were coolies in the army and had a low status.

The inspection continued until it reached the gathering area of ​​dignitaries.

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