Blood is salty.
Luck Dehun licked the wound on his palm and grinned.
The war horse was injured during the breakout, and Luck Dehun had no choice but to escape on foot.
But walking on two legs is very slow, and Luckdhun didn't go very far after walking for two or three hours.
But at this time it was dark.
Traveling at night is very dangerous.
Not to mention the possibility of wild animals and bandits, even if you accidentally fall into any deep pit, you may break your bones.
Why is it like this?
Luck Dehun couldn't figure it out.
He felt bitter in his heart.
The majestic Lord Baylor of the Qing Dynasty, the commander-in-chief of the Han-Mongolian Eight Banners, ended up running away alone.
It was really miserable.
However, Luck Dehun did not give up.
He had already made up his mind that he would go to Texas even with one pair of legs.
But first he had to find a place to spend the night.
Staying warm overnight in the wilderness is the most important thing.
Otherwise, you will get typhoid fever even if you don't freeze to death when you wake up.
Luck Dehun found a mound in the lee of the wind and sat down.
He dared not light a fire, fearing that the flames would attract pursuers.
Just lean on the mound and curl up in a ball for the rest of the night.
Luckard laughed at himself in his heart.
Even during the time when he was deposed, he had never felt so desperate.
This time he really couldn't lose anymore.
His throat was burning, so Luckard took out the cowhide water bag and carefully took a sip.
Instead of relieving the burning sensation in his throat, it actually amplified it.
Damn it Luckard cursed in his heart, stuffed the cowhide water bag and closed his eyes.
The night was quiet, except for the whistling of the wind.
Luck Dehun could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.
"Tap tap tap" Um "Tap tap tap"
At first Luckdhun thought he was hallucinating, but after repeated confirmation, he found that this was not an hallucination.
There were really cavalry approaching in this direction.
Listening to the sound is more than just a ride Luckard held his breath and carefully poked half of his head out.
But the night was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.
The weak moonlight alone was not enough to see clearly what was thirty or fifty steps away.
But the sound was obviously getting closer.
Luckedhun suddenly pulled his body back and pressed it against the mound.
Just leave it to fate.
At this time, if you make any noise while running away, you will be more easily detected, so it is better to just hide here.
Anyway, Luck Dehun didn’t light a bonfire to keep warm, so it probably wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention.
He could only comfort himself in this way.
"Tap tap tap" The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and Luckard didn't even dare to breathe.
At the loudest moments, he even thought the rider was within ten paces of him.
Fortunately, after this moment, the sound became quieter and quieter, and the cavalry should have moved away.
Luckdhun let out a sigh of relief.
He opened his eyes and was about to stand up and stretch his muscles when he saw a sharp knife on his neck.
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"Brother Qiu, there is a Tatar here."
A muscular man with a strong body and muscles all over his body said to a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat next to him.
"Well, take it back to the boss and listen to his instructions."
The middle-aged man only uttered a few words, then turned and walked away.
Luck Dehun can understand Chinese.
Judging from the brief conversation and costumes between the two, there is no doubt that these two are bandits.
Luck Dehun was still in a daze, and the strong man pressed the edge of the knife down and scolded: "Why don't you get up, grandpa, and I will chop off your head?"
"No, no, I'll get up, can't I get up?"
Luck Dehun's Chinese was not standard, but he expressed his meaning clearly.
But this made the man holding the knife stunned.
“You Tatar can speak Chinese” "Understand a little, understand a little" A sharp knife was placed on his neck, and Luck Dehun felt his legs tremble.
He stood up tremblingly while holding back his fear.
"What do you call these two heroes?"
"Don't f*cking try to get close to me, why are you asking so many questions?"
"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it anymore."
Luckard shrank his neck and said.
"Brother Qiu, I think this Tatar is so slick, should I cover his eyes?"
"Well, you can figure it out."
The muscular man nodded, took out a piece of black cloth and covered Luck Dehun's eyes.
After tying the black cloth behind his head, the man was still worried and took out the hemp rope he carried with him from the package and tied Luck Dehun's hands behind his back.
Luck Dehun was quite cooperative during the whole process, because he knew very well that the strong man who tied him up was not a good person.
If he pissed him off, he might actually chop off his head with a knife.
If the head is cut off, it will not grow back, and Luck Dehun is not going to risk the head on his neck.
The strong man deliberately left a section of the rope open so that he could pull Luck Dehun forward by the rope without worrying about Luck Dehun taking the opportunity to escape.
Luck Dehun sighed in his heart, thinking that he should take it one step at a time.
It felt strange to see the light of day again.
When the black cloth on his eyes was roughly torn off, Luckdhun felt that the light was very dazzling.
It took him a long time to adjust to the environment in the house and fully open his eyes.
This is not so much a room as a hall.
In the middle of the hall are written the three characters Juyi Hall.
Although the characters are a little crooked, they are still recognizable.
After some cursory observation, Luck Dehun can basically determine that this is a bandit's den.
There were about ten people sitting in the Juyi Hall, all looking at him coldly.
This feeling makes people very cautious and panicked, as if Luck Dehun is a fat pig that is tied up and can be killed for meat at any time.
Luck Dehun wanted to be more proactive, but he still couldn't say a word after swallowing.
After a long time, a man in tiger skin clothing who was sitting in the middle of the Juyi Hall asked coldly: "What are you doing so sneakily in this generation of Tatars?
Could it be that you are a sentry to investigate military affairs?"
Luckard was stunned.
This is a bandit.
Why do bandits care about this kind of thing?
Don’t bandits only think about robbing homes?
"This is the boss, right?
I'm just an ordinary soldier who got lost.
I happened to pass by the precious land of Guizhai.
No offense intended."
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Of course, Luck Dehun would not reveal his true identity and wanted to get through as much as possible.
"I still have some gold in my body.
If the head of the family doesn't despise it, I will be completely filial to you."
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Luck Dehun naturally had to be more submissive if he wanted to survive.
Bandits valued gold and silver very much, and spending money to buy peace was Luck Dehun's only thought at the moment.
The big boss nodded to the person next to him, and the person took a few steps to Luckede, searched him, and shook out a small bag of golden beans
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