Chapter 62: Slave 2

But~~~~" Thinking of this, Cao Muwen wrinkled his head slightly, "Uh~~~" came with a sharp pain, and he snorted. He suddenly held his breath and blushed, so that he didn't leak his breath because of the pain.

"You! You lazy and wise people, you still don't pay attention when you work. Let me drag you to death!" The general manager, who dragged Fan, opened his eyes angrily and pointed to Cao Muwen with a whip and roared. There is you! You bastard again, don't be lazy!" Fan stared at Cao Muwen fiercely, and Cao Muwen quickly appeared with a Nuo Ranran expression at first sight.

It was seen that he was distracted. Cao Muwen had to use his strength and suddenly pulled the car behind him to move forward a few steps.

"Hmm! If you don't hit, you won't work hard!" Tuo Fan was very proud when he saw that this bitch was soft. It seems that these bright people are not smoking and don't work hard! He was excited to whip the slaves after the convoy, and did not pay attention to Cao Muwen's side.

"Oh~~~" Cao Muwen took a long breath, and the wound on his back had already seen blood. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not hurt his muscles and bones. In fact, even if Cao Muwen is injured, the only thing he needs to worry about is how much he should eat for his next meal~~~~

"Hey~~~, are you all right? Fuck. These bastards look like individuals, and they are not as good as beasts! Humph!" Zhou Gang, who was next to him, came forward to answer. How's it going? Have you seen anything?" Zhou Gang looked anxious.

After meeting, the two were not ambiguous. They all explained their "adults" during this period of time. Anyway, they were all caught by people, but they were not allowed to explain anything. The two held a "mee meeting" and unanimously decided to escape, but they could never be as reckless as the previous group, and~~~~

"How dare you go back empty-handed! We are treated so well by the Taran here. We have to give them some gifts when we go back!" Cao Muwen and Zhou Gang both agree with each other. Judging from the recent situation, the day when Boyan led the army was only a few days later. Now time is precious and must not be wasted. We must try our best to collect information.

"Our original plan failed and encountered a sandstorm. I don't know how Wu Zheng and others are doing now?" Zhou Gang said with some anxiety.

"Yes~~~" Cao Muwen also looked sad when he thought of this. Wu Zheng and Wei Bingwen are also uncertain about life and death, but from their own situation, they should not be in danger, but they don't know where they go now. I hope they can go back safely. In this way, we will not be slaves here. At least people know that we are still trapped in the enemy's lair. But~~~ Fortunately, although the two were arrested, their identities were not exposed. Cao Muwen is now slightly at ease, so that the two of them can collect information in secret.

Hua~~~~ The wooden cart slowly moved forward under the pull of four people, leaving two deep rut on the grass behind. Hu~~~, hu~~~" An unknown slave around him gasped violently, "Damn it! What the hell? It's so fucking heavy." As he spoke, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves. Aren't the Tarans Mado!? Why don't you take us as human beings!"

"Oc, what's the use of your angry? Don't say it, they may not treat you as a human being! Damn, it seems that these people are going to plunder our Daming border gate again! We ordinary people are going to suffer again." An old man with a white beard on the other side said. All the salams regard horses as treasures! How can they be willing to let their beloved horse do this physical work? Even ordinary horses don't want to do this, because the Tartans have our cheap slaves who don't know how much money they are~~ Alas~~~" After saying that, the old man sighed sadly. It seems that he is at a loss in the face of this situation. .

The wheels of the wooden cart creaked under the efforts of the four people, leaving two deep rut on the road. The road was rough, and Cao Muwen and others had tried their best to pull and push the damn wooden cart, but Cao Muwen still felt that his arms were like a thousand pounds of heavy things, which was very difficult.

"Wow~~~~, I can't do it. I'm exhausted. Fuck, what the fuck are you pulling!" Zhou Gang looked at this magical wooden cart like a thousand pounds and said fiercely.

"Stop talking, let's hurry up, or~~~~" The old man secretly looked at the drag model behind him. Now the general manager of the model is patrolling back and forth between the slow human convoy accompanied by a Mongolian guard, and ringing his whip from time to time.

Bangdang! Hula~~~~

A sudden sound came from under Cao Muwen's wooden cart. The four of them were shocked. What's the matter!" At this time, the car was also crooked and deviated from the original straight route. Cao Muwen bent down and took a closer look. It turned out to be a stone under the wheels. They were just pulling the car, but they didn't pay attention.

It turned out that the things pulled from the wooden cart were wrapped in canvas by the Tatari people, and the linen cloth was tightly wrapped. After loading the car, they were covered with a huge coarse linen cloth on the outermost. Therefore, it is basically impossible to see what this is. Cao Muwen has been thinking about what kind of goods he is pulling since he saw this morning. These things are not small in size, all of which are one meter long and wide, that is, there are five or six such things in the car pulled by Cao Muwen and others. Judging from Cao Muwen's own feeling, these things are not light weight.

"Hmm~~~~." Cao Muwen turned his eyes and carefully stared at what was under this layer of wrapping? Tattars attach so much importance to it. Is it possible to be like this if it is a general weapon? The cover-up of the package seems to be very important and valuable; and it is needed for this march. Such a big thing - will it be a weapon?" Cao Muwen shook his head and denied this idea. This object is about one meter in length and width, and its specific size and clothing are not the same. Cao Muwen has tried his best to see it with his eyes, and his eyes are almost cracked, and there can only be these speculations.

"If it's not a blade~~~, what is it~~~" Cao Muwen thought.

"Pa~~pa~~~" is another familiar sound.

Cao Muwen also felt a trace of the same familiar "sting" at the same time, not just the sting. Tuo Fan tried his best to go to Cao Muwen, and Zhou Gang and the four of them whipped a whip on their backs. Mo Fan stared at Cao Muwen breathlessly and said, "It's you again, what's wrong!? Why the fuck did it stop! Lazy again! You guys, you piece of garbage!"

"No, no!" The old man hurriedly defended and trembling as he said this. Cao Muwen saw that the old man's face was pale and his lips were pale. It seemed that he could not stand it because of the long period of heavy physical labor. Coupled with a few whips just now, he hit the skin on his already skinny back. The old man seems to have hurt his muscles and bones. "But~~~~" Cao Muwen sighed slightly. Now he can't help himself in this situation.

"Fuck, what the hell is this? It's fucking heavy." Zhou Gang stared at Tu Fan's back with an angry face. If he could kill with his eyes, Tu Fan would have pierced his heart by thousands of arrows.

"Uh~~~, this old man can't stand it anymore. Could you please do it? Your great kindness, even if we are ghosts, we can't forget you~~~" Cao Muwen had to lower his head and plead for mercy. But in the end, he cursed him vaguely.

Ah? What?" It seems that General Manager Fan's Chinese ability is obviously insufficient and his face is confused. It seems that he understands the previous words. This is asking for softness from himself. The latter - "Are you a ghost?"

"Huh? Is it that you won't forget my kindness when you die?" The battle between heaven and man in Fan's mind obviously regarded this as a good saying.

"Hmm! I won't die~~ I'll spare you this time." Drag Fan to be "kind-hearted" and let this damn old man rest.

"You!" He pointed to the old man, "Get out of here and follow him. Don't run away!" Then~~~" He turned his arm and pointed the whip at Cao Muwen and the others. "You, plead for mercy for him! Very good~~~very good~~~" After saying that, he said happily, "Then the three of you can help him do it!" The three of you continue to pull the car!"

"What!" Cao Muwen, Zhou Gang and that little brother were immediately shocked!

"What is this?" After dragging Fan away, Cao Muwen suddenly found that because of the violent shaking of the cart just now, it seemed that the sackcloth wrapped around the pulled goods was punctured by the corners of the things inside. It seemed that the things wrapped inside were not only heavy, but also hard.

"Is there an angle?" Cao Muwen glanced at it, and this black sharp corner was exposed, because he was afraid that such a tight thing would be kept by these tartars. If he was dragged and found exposed, he didn't know if he would be silenced?

Cao Muwen knew at a glance that this is metal.

Look at the color, it should be iron.

"Wow~~Wow~~~~" Only three people pushed and pulled the trolley on the road, and Cao Muwen felt that it was not much heavier than the four people just pushed.

"Hmm! It seems that the old man is not stupid. He must be lazy. Cao Muwen thought of this with a black line on his face.

Far away, Cao Muwen was the first to see the place where the troops gathered by Boyan gathered.

From afar, this is simply a small gathering camp, but the difference is that those are places to live and live, not only middle-aged men, but also old and weak women and children, but also give other large camps a breath of life. And here, this barracks is indeed a "military camp". There is a murderous atmosphere. There are also tens of thousands of people, many of whom are with ordinary tribes. However, all the residents here are brave and good at fighting grassland knights.