Chapter 2361 Eat It

The prisoner's teeth were clenched tightly, and the left side of his face was firmly stepped on by the smelly boot, making a heart-shaking sound.

Due to his struggle, the right side of his face that was in contact with the ground was already bleeding.

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

The prisoner still clenched his teeth and breathed rapidly, but refused to speak any more.

The interpreter borrowed a short sword, turned the hilt and said with a smile: "I will use this place to knock out your teeth one by one. If you don't die, you will have to drink water from now on."

"Mason, eat it!"

Someone behind was shouting in Ming dialect, and then a Sergeant Hallie came over and waved his whip, and the screams came as expected.

"grown ups!"

The prisoner suddenly opened his mouth, and the interpreter was stunned. Then he threw the tendon into his mouth, watched him chewing it hard, and asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

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

The general couldn't help but feel happy when he saw it, and said: "There are still bones over there for the man to chew on."

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

Seeing how docile he was, the general lost interest and said, "Sweep the floor!"

So the prisoners continued to sweep the floor, and Ma Song, who had fallen on the ground, also got up, his eyes blank.

He glanced at the city head numbly, feeling that he had no hope of life.

"Stay useful and wait for the opportunity."

The familiar voice came from behind. It was this voice that made him compromise and save his life.

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

Zhao Xing had already finished chewing the lamb leg bones, sucked the bone marrow, and was licking his fingers greedily.

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

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

So he is desperate.

Zhao Xing looked around calmly and said: "Don't despair, the Ming Dynasty will feel threatened by the arrival of the voluptuous man. He may not send an expedition one day. At least he will send an envoy to test. If he can be taken back, Even if he is disarmed and goes to farm, it will be fine.”

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

"Sir, I miss my mother. I wonder if she cried too much..."

Zhao Xing still looked generous, but pain flashed in his eyes.

"Yeah, I thought about it too."

…

Sweeping the floor is a mechanical and boring task. Unless you have the concentration of a sweeping monk, if you sweep the floor for a day, you will probably go crazy.

This group of prisoners kept sweeping until the afternoon, and then the city was completely cleaned.

Exhausted, they were driven off the city.

Although the Harelites guarding them did not work, they were naturally in a bad mood after standing like this for a day.

The city gate was also preparing to close. The sergeant guarding the gate yawned and looked casually at the last caravan entering the city.

"examine!"

Someone stopped the caravan, and then the sergeants cheered up and began to randomly turn over the goods on the carriage.

The goods were very ordinary, mostly grain. In the context of the great construction of Samarkand, even these sergeants did not dare to extort the merchants who transported the grain.

So the caravan was able to enter the city.

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

Zhao Xing looked back at the city head under the setting sun, feeling desolate in his heart and feeling at a loss.

"go back!"

The interpreter shouted. He also felt tired and felt that if he continued to live like this day after day, then he should find another job.

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

The exposed skin of these people was all darkened by the sun. It was winter, so they must have worked hard in the sun for a long time this summer.

The coolies nodded and bowed to thank the sergeant who was about to close the door.

After being yelled at and scolded for a few times, I felt at ease and smiled humbly.

One of the coolies glanced at the interpreter, and then at the prisoners.

"Why is it flashing?"

The interpreter felt that there was a light that stung him just now, but he didn't bother to look for it, so he followed the prisoners into the city.

And Zhao Xing also saw the sudden indifference in his eyes just now.

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

It happened that the coolie tilted his head unintentionally, and their eyes met briefly.

Smile.

Zhao Xing swore that he must have seen a smile, and it was a very familiar smile.

He was thinking about the meaning of that smile, but he couldn't figure it out.

After the few coolies entered the city, they quickly disappeared without a trace.

It was getting dark, the stars were shining brightly, and the sky was unexpectedly blue, looking like dawn.

Wang Yan is eating.

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

He tore into the dough with an expressionless expression, then took a sip of water and chewed it carefully.

After getting food, try to eat it slowly. The more carefully you chew, the more power you can get from the food.

He just chewed it carefully and quietly looked at the night sky in the distance from the open door.

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

The night sky is beautiful, with countless stars forming a galaxy, densely hanging in the sky, as eternal as the sand on the beach.

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

There were sounds around, the sound of adults scolding children, the sound of cooking, the sound of children making noises...

Against the background of these sounds, a black shadow quietly appeared outside the door.

The black shadow stood outside the door for a moment, then tapped the door twice with his fingers and stepped in.

He walked into the house, and when he looked back again, the door behind him had been closed silently, and a black shadow stood behind the door, looking at him coldly.

"Sir."

"Why did you come to me at night?"

"Sir, I'm in position."

Wang Yan nodded slightly in the dark and said, "The timing is right. Samarkand is too peaceful. You haven't seen blood for a long time."

The shadow lowered his voice and said happily, "Sir, the brothers have been holding back for a long time. How can we fight?"

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

The shadow sniffed, "Sir, let them shut up?"

"Yes, I always think some of Xinghebo's words are good."

Wang Yan's voice was a little vague, as if he was recalling something.

"One of the sentences is... If the tongue is useful, then why do we still have an army! So don't talk nonsense if you can fight! The Hale people don't know this truth, let's go and tell them."

...

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

Occasionally, a team of patrolling soldiers came from a distance, and the footsteps made the people around them silent. After they left, he began to speak with a sense of relief.

The most majestic building in the city is the palace, where Meiergan and his wife and children live.

The palace has the most loyal warriors stationed to Meiergan, so unless the army mutinied, they can sleep peacefully.

So the soldiers did not stop when they patrolled here, and did not even take a second look.

The soldiers on duty in front of the palace were too lazy to look at these comrades. In their eyes, these patrolling soldiers were just coolies in the army and had a low status.

The patrol continued until they reached the gathering area of ​​dignitaries.

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